This is a song about "Thomas paine s common sense"

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

Of fault and sins cause we lack common sense

Now you might think im common

500 at the villa ain't no problem

So every action got its consequence, the lack of common sense,

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Like #thomas #the #engine, 'n' if you play back, you'll get run over

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Unorthodox, intersects like incest, so in a sense,

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Took my heart away from money

It all makes sense you see?