This is a song about "Who are you"

Be yourself,be who you are,the grim reaper are out now *roar*

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

The engine in back of my car

Who do you think you are

Blessed to be who they are

She is far bizarre

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

Live your life, don't fold under press pressure, me who you are it ain't hard

Now who do ya think you are,

That gyal want mi ride har

Now who are you to talk about aeke, his attorney!?

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Staring in fear in the mirror realizing you don't know who you are anymore

Who the fuck do you think you are? (maybe echoed)

And copy what's hot until that goes cold