This is a song about "Common law"

Now you might think im common

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

Being puppeteer-ed putting aside my common sense

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

Keep those tables unstable/label common unable/

Hassled by many law enforcement inquisitors

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

The law keeps stopping this problem kid

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

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

So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe

The trunk ain't raw but we running from the law