This is a song about "Not the same nigga"

Cause im not quite the type of nigga to spend my life in prison

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame

Facial expression remains the same,

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

Get her so fucked up she's not even the same person

I know mine did the same

Well rick james, maury jane

To the same plant, and the same pants

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

Floor seats at that wizards game

I accept everyone is the same

Parking lot of the blue flame

You think you sound the same?

But they both taste the same

So much to say a scrabble game