This is a song about "Same"

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Facial expression remains the same,

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

Same white guy, same boy, boy!

Swear imma keep it all the same

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

But things may never be the same.

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

And with my attitude the same

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

Everyone else's thinking becomes the same.

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

I was so sincere like nas first name

Boarded the late train, hair still the same,

Nigga don't know how to rap but i'm in the game

Every time i kill, every time the same.