This is a song about "The impact of settlement of the west on different groups of people"

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

That attacked people on the basis of they facial traits,

On the road were the street glowed with the people of rodeo

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

Now im up in the booth an they stressin where they goin

Different lives but two sides of the same coin

And the impact of these actions, a moral atlas assassin

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

The groups of groupies looped in the hoops of the music business,

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

(8 mile road) and i'm gone, i know right where i'm goin

Different lives but two sides of the same coin

People of my complexion the quite infectious

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

I'm sure you get the point and i prefer you throw it urgent

What's the point of creating these lies? that's where i'm different