This is a song about "Dressing alike"

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

Brand new airs cocaine white, feels so good but it ain't right

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

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

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

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

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

These rappers look and sound alike

Look, we gone have some fun tonight

Or popeyes, we don't keep no birds in the circle

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

Like a salad no dressing

Don't want to be the king

Left, right, left, right

They seem too much alike.