This is a song about "Common sence"

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

But i have a good mind and common sense,

Dominating of the eastside shall commence

I find it common people misuse suspense

I'm out my ramen noodle, we have nothing in common, poodle

And this ain’t biblical but this sermon is spiritual

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Blossoms in my radius, common

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

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Your thought provokes a a common cold

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

I sence,nonsense in the face of "intelligence"