This is a song about "Preventing identity theft"

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

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

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

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

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

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

I hide my true identity like the top gear stig,

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

They say with for purpose comes identity

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Stripped of all basic necessities, given a new identity

Hopefully they see the talent i carry just like jimmy

They mastered legalized theft, they call it income tax

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

They say with identity comes purpose