This is a song about "He was the same"

Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind

It was like we had the very same unconscious mind

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

On my worst behavior coz there's nothin was the same/

He ran with the hottest crews, thought he was a top recruit,

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

The hand he was dealt was shit but now he's doing alright

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

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

Short-term, long-term, nothing was the same, you

So sedated i should moderate but wait, i don't know how

God has my heart i'm not remaining the same, he made me restart yes now

Surprised he didn't pop the pills because he was lost

I style on new york, pile up my fork