This is a song about "Least common multiples"

Ovaries and booties what do they all got in common?

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

See i got more haters and nay sayers than eight lakers in boston

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

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

I stay cold like common, blowin' with the wind

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

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Being puppeteer-ed putting aside my common sense

Haven't it already bare in the common thief

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

That’s only if they handle

We have nothing in common, poodle