This is a song about "Same shit"

The same shit over and over it's like a record skipping

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

My shits so different while your shit sound the same

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

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

If i was still in the same position i would hang that shit up like a prank call

Im going, i gotto, this is my motto stand tall, and fuck them all

Around the same time people opened tapes to dub shit,

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

So boys sit back and relax cause you gettin the same shit you gave us

All that talk about change, and shit still remains the same

Never let the game play youand for the fame

And im sending families threw the same and shit

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot