This is a song about "Cultural identity"

Do you know me? tattered soul with no compass or identity

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

Here i go again, searching for love

From this identity crisis.......

My identity thrown up top, primarily,

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

From this identity crisis.......

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Stripped of all basic necessities, given a new identity

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

From humanity i have been through shit my identity is unknown

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

You would definitely be able to retain your identity

They say with for purpose comes identity

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three