This is a song about "Same ol"

You ain't gotta follow the same ol' ritual

Or popeyes, we don't keep no birds in the circle

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

Noting is different eeryting te same

We're gonna have a good ol' time.

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

Waiting for willows. spirits kept below,kickin'' in hell hole. i can't bear it n i must rescue ol'.

I started rap when i was like 12 years old,picked up a paper, pen and started to roll,

Every day is exactly the same,

Hell yahtry to dirty up my name

We were so young,i was a ol' skool gang member

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

Facial expression remains the same,