This is a song about "Dressing alike"

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride

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

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

At monster madness doing drive by's on a fucking fixie bike

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

It took time -- but finally the cash was mine

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

Wanna "freak like me," fuck adinaup and down is the object, side to side

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

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

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

Shawty where your baton, racing through my mind like

Enticed on money and vices alike,

Won't run out anytime soon

Step back to the dressing room