This is a song about "Feel the same"

Floor seats at that wizards game

Last ones didn't work, i feel the same

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

And these haters feel the same, somethin' sick up in the mouth

Every day is exactly the same,

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

The battle ain't over till the black man sings

And i hope maybe we feel the same things,

You think you sound the same?

All the bitches know my name

Holler if you feel like you've been down the same road (same road)

Then time rode, shawty trappin', plus she get it showed

Call the crib, same number same hood

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good