This is a song about "Identity theft"

People with no identity, aren't manifesting their destiny

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

They say with for purpose comes identity

From this identity crisis.......

See boy she been in love

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

They mastered legalized theft, they call it income tax

I call em up, they might fall through

Grand theft auto: vice city too

With all due respect i do respect you enough to expect

I'ma make it hurt take a turn and call it dissatisfied theft

Stripped of all basic necessities, given a new identity

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city