This is a song about "Lowest common denominator"

Blossoms in my radius, common

She’s a star if i ever seen one

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

And “smack a hoe”, this is common, oppressive,

But i have a good mind and common sense,

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

Y'all heading down the #lowest #lane, like the left on highways,

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

To go down the lowest lane, we'd never feel like we could fly,

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Haven't it already bare in the common thief

Me and my microphone could be one

Now you might think im common

We have nothing in common, poodle

That’s only if they handle