This is a song about "Identity theft"

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

And dad left, uncle is in jail for theft. yeah, we're fucking blessed.

Grand theft auto: vice city too

You good man, we don't want you

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Dead with no identity, they take away apart of me

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

Rub the wood and ima show em love

From this identity crisis.......

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

They make your life a fucking theft

Stripped of all basic necessities, given a new identity

And i don't wanna be a human, treat me like an entity

They mastered legalized theft, they call it income tax

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs