This is a song about "We are the same"

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Why we keep responding and the same hate

Rap music hasn’t been the same, we don’t have half the pride,

Walter payton mercedez, sweetness in every ride

Asking the same ol question, why are we all

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

We just the same species

Even though it's difficult, we say the same thangs rhyming,

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

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

And i hope maybe we feel the same things,

It was like we had the very same unconscious mind

Trying to be a fucking legend, the man of mankind

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream