This is a song about "Similar"

Bitches cling similar to a star fish on my arm which

I can't hear you little niggas in ibiza bitch

Beware your existence im a villian i know your feelin this dont sqeal lil

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

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

But i know that desperate times call for similar measures

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

And put my wrist up something similar to a stick up

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Do you think you could ever be similar to me,

Somewhat similar to my skills: it's endless

You just turn your head, kneel down and then tie your tennis

Spitting fire bars similar to flames and napalm

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

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

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics