This is a song about "Identity"

As i seenobody cares about my history

They say with for purpose comes identity

Popping something thats forbidden and every single fifty

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

People with no identity, aren't manifesting their destiny

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic

I hide my true identity like the top gear stig,

You would definitely be able to retain your identity

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Pockets on heavy d, bitch i'm hot, third degree

And make fools wanna change their identity

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

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

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

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