This is a song about "Common courtesy"

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

Bucket heads and goonies in common sight

You never wanted dis to happen but det was your courtesy

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Haven't it already bare in the common thief

I still wonder while you little niggas still breathe

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

Ketchup like a condiment, my common sense says

As my record label nitpicks at this

And “smack a hoe”, this is common, oppressive,

Your thought provokes a a common cold

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Blossoms in my radius, common