This is a song about "Similar"

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Sinister persona similar to how hitlers was

But i know that desperate times call for similar measures

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Bitches cling similar to a star fish on my arm which

‘fore he hit the room, hear a “vroom!” from the porsche bitch

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Flip the beat just like gymnasts you come up short similar to midgets

Somewhat similar to my skills: it's endless

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Spitting fire bars similar to flames and napalm

Me on a track is similar to playing battleship with a mirror behind your chair

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there