This is a song about "Always the same"

To the same plant, and the same pants

I'm popping rubber bands

Call the crib, same number same hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

Every time i kill, every time the same.

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

I accept everyone is the same

Looked the same, and had the very same name

So much to say a scrabble game

But they both taste the same

Heavy in the game

Floor seats at that wizards game

But i still feel the same