This is a song about "Common"

Ovaries and booties what do they all got in common?

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Ketchup like a condiment, my common sense says

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Being puppeteer-ed putting aside my common sense

Keep those tables unstable/label common unable/

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

I find it common people misuse suspense

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

I stay cold like common, blowin' with the wind

See there no place better than the state of my mind

When common dropped resurrection hip hop exploded

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

But there's nothing else inside

Bucket heads and goonies in common sight