This is a song about "Not the same"

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Searching for fortune and fame

Boarded the late train, hair still the same,

Sorry we're not the same, unlike you im not a lame and now you feel the shame.

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

You think you sound the same?

Floor seats at that wizards game

When i'm working for certain, i'm hurting the game

The game providing decays of the same

Niggas, little niggas doing it big, know what i'm saying, y'all niggas 40 and shit still in the game

I'm still in pain/it's not easy to explain/i spit lyrics to entertain,things ain't the same

Inside we're all the same, equality is commodity it's not about

Kids will black outsome cracked out hit the pen max outcome home and blow a back out