This is a song about "Common internet file system"

A single so common

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

Now you might think im common

And expose the exposed, getting the file enclosed while i'm being

I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening

Fuck a life, murder common sense,

It's time for some change to commence

I get fresh from yankee stadium to the garden

Ovaries and booties what do they all got in common?

They wanna change the system

Just a place that they can come

That's my style/ compile a file that launch me up a mile/

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

I'mma part of the system,

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun