This is a song about "Same shit"

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

So don't worry about my motherfucking name

But the same shit applys to me

Look it something they can't ever see

I don't fuck with that same love shit

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Had, like, the mixtape of the year

These rhymes you call, it's the same shit i smear

New day new dawn shit every days the same,

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

Around the same time people opened tapes to dub shit,

Same simulation of shit i spat about years ago remains in allocation

When i rhyme and spit /and write this shit and feel stuck in the darkness that im residing in

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

Saying all the same shit when i'm transparent with emotion.