This is a song about "Same"

But they both taste the same

Floor seats at that wizards game

I accept everyone is the same

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

Ill never be the same

Dat same niggas that grew up , da same nigga you been wit

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

I know mine did the same

It’s not a game, hold your dame

Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game

Everyone else's thinking becomes the same.

But things may never be the same.

Well, brenda's barely got a brain