This is a song about "Lowest common denominator"

Being puppeteer-ed putting aside my common sense

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Flyer them the rest i told you i'm ish

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

Fuck a life, murder common sense,

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Your thought provokes a a common cold

And if i stay i'll grind away for shitty pay, the lowest lane,

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

Now you might think im common

Now look: the change has come

We have nothing in common, poodle

As i light one for ill will

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

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one