This is a song about "Preventing identity theft"

I'ma make it hurt take a turn and call it dissatisfied theft

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

My identity thrown up top, primarily,

Grand theft auto: vice city too

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

Stripped of all basic necessities, given a new identity

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

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

I am the grand in grand theft auto street

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Went to the store and got caught for theft