This is a song about "Jacob bream"

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

It's common i fill my body with toxins you claim i darken

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

Ketchup like a condiment, my common sense says

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

He fights for a common ground to raise minimum wage

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Hit her and quit her, then i threw her in the river

Phoma is having dinner, while the killer's awaiting by the river

Look at you, what makes you ashamed of bein blacknothin' but love for you my sister

Blossoms in my radius, common

Riding around with ms. reece and them

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

You're a drag queen with european genes

Being puppeteer-ed putting aside my common sense

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