This is a song about "Still the same"

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Those same southern trees where the rage still leaks,

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

And left a burden on my soul until i was old enough

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

But i am still the same visually

Third ward general, young cash money

But i'm a dreamerhave you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game

Everything i do.. i do it for the fame but im still the mother-fuckin same..

Through the beats fuck the fame i'm still the same you fucking dame

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Everyone else's thinking becomes the same.

So don't worry about my motherfucking name