This is a song about "Just like you"

Why do you always look like youve just missed a scene

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

I'm just glad i'm not a faggot like you

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

The hoes, the clothes, you niggas are just like clones

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

It just seems like you gettin punished

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

You walked like you just might fall, on the sidewalk

Like i said you should just die

In the lambo looking like a fly

Just like when i choke you fake g's

You make a nigga sing songs nice