This is a song about "Same old"

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

Shes only 17 years old

But for long time i had gone cold

All you rappers sound the same its gettin pretty old

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

But i still feel the same

But they both taste the same

Bad rap, cuties claim

To the same plant, and the same pants

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

Noting is different eeryting te same