This is a song about "Two are not the same"

Want the title but im always fighting under card

Separate apart all you get is two sides of the same ark

Not even two years later i was back on the scene

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

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

Different lives but two sides of the same coin

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Don't tell me you couldn't face it that maybe you are the same

Two blondies at the same time, call it double dutch

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

The wealthy are top two, upper middle class is eight percent,

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

You spit so slow, you gotta call a tow to get you where you goin,

Different lives but two sides of the same coin

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Get her so fucked up she's not even the same person