This is a song about "Identity of two cultures"

A goody two shoe, she would of gone to heaven

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

Better yet they work my every nerve

Bouncing between the extremes of my two brothers/

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

We're two different types of romance,

Every nigga in this whip gotta motherfucking college degree

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

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Have her touchin her toes on the back of the two seater/

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

Dead with no identity, they take away apart of me

She has these two perfect eyes that i can't let go of

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

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

You would definitely be able to retain your identity