This is a song about "You where the same guy propping my other battle"

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

You didn't respond to my battle till the second time i sent it cuz i stomped you

Still the same guy i can't decide

These hoes ain't acting right

Im the guy you once knew

Wanna spend it all on you

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Those same southern trees where the rage still leaks,

Bite his right ear lobe, but the other guy got his pistol.

This is the shit that is makin' me cynical

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Now i'm the guy in the bushes watching you with my binoculars

Because there ain't no coming back from that

You want the same whack which make other rat

I live my life in tha fast lane

You think you sound the same?