This is a song about "Similar"

And put my wrist up something similar to a stick up

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

You ain’t been around shit but your momma and your bitch

Bitches cling similar to a star fish on my arm which

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

But i know that desperate times call for similar measures

Do you think you could ever be similar to me,

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

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

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

Sensing sensations similar to satan/

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Spitting fire bars similar to flames and napalm

This here’s a jam for all the fellas

Somewhat similar to my skills: it's endless