This is a song about "Dressing alike"

Jungle fever for the night

They seem too much alike.

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

Different from the rest when i look up i see no other alike

I pull up in a ghost, hundred on my necklace

Single minds think alike, we're in the nexus.

You my homie if we think alike, but there's more to me than just this typical rhyme

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

Went and bought two sixty twos, at the same damn time

Flying fine ese, here's wine as dressing time divine

Get money like trump and rappas alike

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

No other alike on the mic when i write i feel alive despite

Enticed on money and vices alike,

My uncle pulled me to the side