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

You kept your twisted game and you stayed the same

Nigga don't know how to rap but i'm in the game

He won't sit down, given the crown

You are not the biggest prick in town

But most dads are the same, while most moms are unique. (x2)

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

Non are in the same class as me

It's a battlejust for tha big money

No acting gangsta if you are not from the hood.

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Through all the rain and the pain

You think you sound the same?

Cause after all the lights and screams

But not the same kind thats back in the streets.

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

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one