This is a song about "Same"

Time after time, again and again

Facial expression remains the same,

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Call the crib, same number same hood

So much to say a scrabble game

But i still feel the same

I wish i’ll never see you again

Swear imma keep it all the same

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Same game, same blood, same coat on my back

You think you sound the same?

It’s not a game, hold your dame

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

The game providing decays of the same