This is a song about "Same old shit"

Caught up in the moment, same shit rearranged

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

For these kids who play around, but hating's just the same shit,

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Tired of the same old vision, unmotivated decisions,

And these artists don't need me they already rich

Same shit different day with a different bitch

We gon kill this shit, and leave exactly the same

I turned into something they never became

I don't fuck with that same love shit

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

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

All you rappers sound the same its gettin pretty old

And hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that