This is a song about "Common sense"

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

Ketchup like a condiment, my common sense says

Flyer than the rest of them

Now you might think im common

He taught me how to write spit and fuck up those with no common sense

Money stacked to the ceiling just as quick as it dispense

And everybody's having sex

The shit u say doesnt make sense

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

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

But i have a good mind and common sense,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Blossoms in my radius, common

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

You're smart but lack any common sense.

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps