This is a song about "Same bitch"

To mcs that don't rhyme good

Call the crib, same number same hood

They think they bring that pain

But they both taste the same

Everyone else's thinking becomes the same.

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

I accept everyone is the same

The door crack, niggas all black

Same game, same blood, same coat on my back

Reeks of the same diss, bitch my vocab is endlessly spacious

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

You think you sound the same?