This is a song about "Still the same"

But still is that a reason to hate that it's the same love,

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

An still blaming me but we sit at the same table for dinner

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Now you can resti betcha never screamed a niggas whole name outand felt tha pleasure and tha pain

I'm still in pain/it's not easy to explain/i spit lyrics to entertain,things ain't the same

Those same southern trees where the rage still leaks,

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

If the world still the same its nothing else but the talk

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

But i am still the same visually

If i was still in the same position i would hang that shit up like a prank call

Come-on mr. fool show me what you got , seems like you don't know anything about rapping at all

But i am still the same visually

I'm a baller, literally