This is a song about "Identity theif"

From this identity crisis.......

She can make a pimp fall in love

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

People with no identity, aren't manifesting their destiny

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

From humanity i have been through shit my identity is unknown

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.

All we need is convienient love

They say with identity comes purpose

I just want somebody i can see

And make fools wanna change their identity

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

You would definitely be able to retain your identity

I hide my true identity like the top gear stig,

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip