This is a song about "Shit ain t the same"

Holes all in ya t-shit, call that holy moly

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

For rapping the same shit over and over like damn

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

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

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

And i be famous with hot flows without saying the same shit

And im sending families threw the same and shit

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t