This is a song about "Dressing alike"

Step back to the dressing room

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

Listen to treach, krs to get me through the night

Just look me in my eye and tell me we're not alike

Acting like a god. dressing up so elegant

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

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

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

Enticed on money and vices alike,

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

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

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Get off slut you know the fact of your face look alike turtle

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Vertebrae snapped, gats...huh, i swerve em right

Get money like trump and rappas alike