This is a song about "Look alike"

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

I'mma rap to you real quick. i wanna enjoy the luxury of like

Raised by a momma who, who

Now look at me than look at you

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

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

Look undaneath, what do you see?

If you ain't about money

My lady, my baby

They probably look at me

Enticed on money and vices alike,

My conscious only knew whats half tight

I've got so much to say

You look my way i look away