This is a song about "Common core"

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

You're smart but lack any common sense.

Haven't it already bare in the common thief

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Fuck a life, murder common sense,

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Reaching the core at its rottenest, monopoly marketed,

You see i gotta go to war

I teach 'em a lesson like common core,

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

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

And i don't run counters no more

Then i gut em to the core

There's nothin' like where i come from

Now you might think im common