This is a song about "Same"

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Every time i kill, every time the same.

Everyone else's thinking becomes the same.

Tryna get a nigga with a all-star name

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

But things may never be the same.

Call the crib, same number same hood

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Swear imma keep it all the same

Floor seats at that wizards game

It's same shit everyday, day after day, all the same.

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

Swear imma keep it all the same

Take advice keep it clean don't complain