This is a song about "Common courtesy"

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

We have nothing in common, poodle

Fuck a life, murder common sense,

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

See i got more haters and nay sayers than eight lakers in boston

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

I mean of course just the same old

Your thought provokes a a common cold

Who look down on the common people and spit in they faces,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

It's common i fill my body with toxins you claim i darken

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

Being puppeteer-ed putting aside my common sense

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Fucking with a motherfucking mind

I stay cold like common, blowin' with the wind