This is a song about "Identity theft"

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

Grand theft auto: vice city too

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

Theft of a man's chest it's like gangs test and exams

Slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs

They mastered legalized theft, they call it income tax

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Theft and never looked back then turned to the angle of attack.

Grand theft auto: vice city too

Nigga, fuck you. yeah, just you

Too focused, one word, righteous

From this identity crisis.......

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

I hide my true identity like the top gear stig,

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

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