This is a song about "Same"

Boarded the late train, hair still the same,

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Swear imma keep it all the same

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

I accept everyone is the same

They calling me the hottest in the game

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

You think you sound the same?

But i still feel the same

I live my life in tha fast lane

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

Every time i kill, every time the same.

Ill never be the same

I got that goodman game