This is a song about "Similar"

Bitches cling similar to a star fish on my arm which

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

But i know that desperate times call for similar measures

Shout to them girls in the club that don't fuck with they professors

Isn't a right its more of a decision. haters like gators hating me till

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

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

Ha, i'm super freaky, no top on the ghini, no flaw in my diamonds

Spitting fire bars similar to flames and napalm

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

Sinister persona similar to how hitlers was

Their lives are similar to yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours