This is a song about "Same nigga"

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

He nigga dat set you up, is da same nigga you hid wit

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Call the crib, same number same hood

The bitch badder than any bitch that you name

Ur style fuckin sounds all the same,

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

But i still feel the same

They think they bring that pain

Ill never be the same

Noting is different eeryting te same

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

I wish i’ll never see you again

And with my attitude the same

Same bitch you fuckin wit , yo nigga had a kid wit

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit