This is a song about "Same bitch"

I got a green bag with them blue strands

To the same plant, and the same pants

I accept everyone is the same

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Middle name shane, born all the same

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

But they both taste the same

They think they bring that pain

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

And with my attitude the same

Everyone else's thinking becomes the same.

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Facial expression remains the same,

Same clothes for days, same spot for months

He dont want the diamonds