This is a song about "My nationality"

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it i made it happen

My streaks my testament.

If you ever feel alone and

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Girl you're my reflection, all i see is you

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Look around: we the largest in the game

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Cold, my style making my nose run

Do not be afraid not even to show your nationality

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody