This is a song about "Same old gee"

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

All you rappers sound the same its gettin pretty old

Call the crib, same number same hood

Lobsters and shrimp im good

I say that the pool is closed

And don't think what you're old

Shes only 17 years old

Hand to hand in the cold

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

To the same plant, and the same pants

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Tired of the same old vision, unmotivated decisions,

Gucci mane i run the land from africa to pakistan

So i refuse to follow in the same steps as my old man.