This is a song about "Being different from others in a good way"

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

But you try craming a different fruit from the same tree

Its like being shot in the face, with a shotgun, from close range.

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

Of being trapped with no way out are common in the ghetto,

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

We walk into the room from a million different places

A break from what you hearing

I believed in a higher being.

Fork in the road go a different route

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop

Enforce, i'm elegant and

The way you move is different

See i'm different from all the others man

You ain’t content with tryin' to do your thang