This is a song about "Rappers all the same"

I'm feeling the same, all these criminals paid

We both teenagers with the same mind state

Now all emcees, we're on the same section

First off congratulations on the win

Swear imma keep it all the same

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

All the other rappers are simple like retards

Swear imma keep it all the same

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

I'm a mix, i'm all the same.

It's been nothing but pain

I see all these rappers with the fortune and the fame

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

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

I rather give you my last to see you live again