This is a song about "One and the same"

If he on the same street as me greetings you are the chosen one..

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

It's no longer a new jack city

In life.. and wanted the same for me

And now these geechi mother f-ckers all know my name

But which one, it’s all starting to seem the same.

The birds i knew flip birds

This the same effect and less words

Knowing you shouldn't think that way and trying to freeze your brain

And plus them other motherfuckers from the hood, feel the same,

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

All that talk about change, and shit still remains the same

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

You kept your twisted game and you stayed the same