This is a song about "Least common multiples"

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

Or attempt to at least shit at least i got some heart

Keep those tables unstable/label common unable/

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Roll up niggas be like sex

I used my common sense

I stay cold like common, blowin' with the wind

Free 2pac is all that's on a nigga's mind

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

Disrespectful not in the least

A single so common

I’m effervescent, just ask them

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

We have nothing in common, poodle

But i have a good mind and common sense,

Monday through monday we be cashing checks