This is a song about "The same thing"

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

You turned your back on me, i will do the same thing

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Everyone else's thinking becomes the same.

I know mine did the same

Im courtside, wizard game

He goes to school with the same thing on is mind

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

I accept everyone is the same

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

Ay, there ain't no telling

Of people saying the same thing

Others when they do the exact same thing

Folarin said we 6 million and running