This is a song about "You don t have common sense"

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Until the end of time

My change of sense must have spent you- clutch the purse u lost the pen to

You bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

Ketchup like a condiment, my common sense says

It's time for some change to commence

Fuck a life, murder common sense,

But i have a good mind and common sense,

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Baby you're the one

Now you might think im common