This is a song about "Common cold"

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

Nobody here is famous, we just got a common interest.

And everybody's having sex

Fuck a life, murder common sense,

Blossoms in my radius, common

If you wanted a date, don't come

As i light one for ill will

We have nothing in common, poodle

Ketchup like a condiment, my common sense says

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

But we can kick it sometime, we actually have alot in common

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

Tornado tornado and i'm trynna blow your mind

I stay cold like common, blowin' with the wind

I find it common people misuse suspense

Monday through monday we be cashing checks