This is a song about "Common courtesy"

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

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

That’s only if they handle

We have nothing in common, poodle

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

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

Blossoms in my radius, common

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

When common dropped resurrection hip hop exploded

After lebron, i'm what's next

Fuck a life, murder common sense,

Dun want your courtesy bitch i won't bet even my a.tom call me a low brow

I’m so foulx-rayin' every girl blouseforgive me, i’m back calm now

So keep fronting till my peeps come

Now you might think im common