This is a song about "Least common multiples"

Haven't it already bare in the common thief

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

A million nasty things went through my mind

I stay cold like common, blowin' with the wind

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

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

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

Fuck a life, murder common sense,

Roll up niggas be like sex

I'm the head coach of the team

At least for the time bein

At least for the time bein’

Starin at the wall, heard a scream