This is a song about "Common front"

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

Keep those tables unstable/label common unable/

I keep my money neat

Humpy dumpy, in front seat

That's making revenue of a name we cherish

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

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

Being puppeteer-ed putting aside my common sense

Fuckin, smokin blunts, sexy models in the front

As my name get bigger this game get different

People are starin at this scene up front

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Trying hard to speak and

All these other nigas front,

To soho, baby milo so dope

'caution when you engage with the common folk