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

Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide

Now those two other kids are dead... i look at the bride...

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

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

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

Two blondies at the same time, call it double dutch

But i know really ya'll are just exactly the same

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

But those same people are following trends, so what's the difference?

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

Inside we're all the same, equality is commodity it's not about

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

Non are in the same class as me

But i think i like that, just maybe