This is a song about "Dressing alike"

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

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

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

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

She uses my nut like salad dressing

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Like a salad no dressing

Flapjack, ooh he bring

I will be by your side

They seem too much alike.

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

I drew designs for consumer's minds so in time

Niggas is hot when i hit the block, what if i die tonight

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

So we argue and play fight, all day and night

Get money like trump and rappas alike