This is a song about "Identity theft"

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

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

Grand theft auto: vice city too

Cause when i make this stew

Flenglan vesofen don't mean anything/ it's not even an identity/

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Sloppy head for free yacky head was sixty

And make fools wanna change their identity

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

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance

Thought this was forever love

From this identity crisis.......

My identity, i sentenced in "i dent it in" til you heard it perfect

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Dead with no identity, they take away apart of me