This is a song about "Same old"

I was so sincere like nas first name

Everyone else's thinking becomes the same.

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

For a brand new chapter in the same old game,

I say that the pool is closed

These wack bitches getting old

To the same plant, and the same pants

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Call the crib, same number same hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Tired of hearing rappers with the same old rhythm same old stupid opinions

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

I got that goodman game

And with my attitude the same

Where i from, it get cold

Then those bitches who grew old.