This is a song about "Similar"

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

Sensing sensations similar to satan/

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

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Somewhat similar to my skills: it's endless

I'm evolving in these particular skills, others devolve yet have a similar will.

If you're that god-awful, coulda just asked, i got some copy paper and bashur's stencil

All of those are dead to me, similar to the children's parents

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

It's a similar sensation/ as my mind is completely vacant