This is a song about "Common"

I plead with em, the system ain't right

Bucket heads and goonies in common sight

Keep those tables unstable/label common unable/

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

Your thought provokes a a common cold

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Ketchup like a condiment, my common sense says

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

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

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

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

Nobody here is famous, we just got a common interest.

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Ovaries and booties what do they all got in common?