This is a song about "Same"

Real light jab to opponents

Same clothes for days, same spot for months

Middle name shane, born all the same

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

But things may never be the same.

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Swear imma keep it all the same

I accept everyone is the same

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

Floor seats at that wizards game

But i still feel the same

Searching for fortune and fame

Nothing is going to be the same