This is a song about "Identity property of math"

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

They say with identity comes purpose

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

They say with for purpose comes identity

And panned out, i'm all in love

From this identity crisis.......

'coz i'm damaged property

But we be having that jersey

I'm taking math, statistics, and econometrics,

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

My identity thrown up top, primarily,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

I turn a mistake into a property

If you aint talking money bitch don't step up to my property

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty