This is a song about "Same old"

Everyone else's thinking becomes the same.

Hell yahtry to dirty up my name

For a brand new chapter in the same old game,

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

I live my life in tha fast lane

But i still feel the same

Noting is different eeryting te same

Relax, take ya coat off, and let me getcha name

We're done, same old thing isnt nothin new.

Teenage parties, i recommend you

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Call the crib, same number same hood

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Tired of the same old vision, unmotivated decisions,

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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