This is a song about "Common front"

'caution when you engage with the common folk

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

People are starin at this scene up front

I'm on the block as usual

We have nothing in common, poodle

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Blossoms in my radius, common

A single so common

Flyer than the rest of them

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

You're smart but lack any common sense.

Last of a dying breed

Humpy dumpy, in front seat