This is a song about "Common sence"

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

I dont wanna live, i wish my mom had enough sence to pick up a coat hanger,

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

An sence den.....i aint neva been the same as the old me,

I stay cold like common, blowin' with the wind

Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child

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

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Being puppeteer-ed putting aside my common sense

Ovaries and booties what do they all got in common?

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Blossoms in my radius, common

Hard to move on when you always regret one

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

A fun chick its nothin to break funds with