This is a song about "Identity"

31. an unknown identity,

Bitch, they call it motor city

They say with identity comes purpose

I can teach you all the sounds of love

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

My identity thrown up top, primarily,

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

My identity, i sentenced in "i dent it in" til you heard it perfect

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

They say with for purpose comes identity

Droppin jackets on the stripper and every single is fifty

You would definitely be able to retain your identity

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

People with no identity, aren't manifesting their destiny

You dudes fakin' your identity just like they need that bourne back.

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack