This is a song about "Identity"

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

From this identity crisis.......

Here i go again, searching for love

What them tippers don't see

31. an unknown identity,

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

My identity thrown up top, primarily,

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Flenglan vesofen don't mean anything/ it's not even an identity/

Droppin jackets on the stripper and every single is fifty

Stripped of all basic necessities, given a new identity

Every nigga in this whip gotta motherfucking college degree

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

People with no identity, aren't manifesting their destiny