This is a song about "Identity theft"

You talk like grand theft auto when you're just swiping wallets

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

Do you know me? tattered soul with no compass or identity

Grand theft auto: vice city too

I'm after you bringing traffic through

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

Stripped of all basic necessities, given a new identity

And i've been thinking bout you

Grand theft auto: vice city too

And all women who had light features, see

My identity thrown up top, primarily,

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

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