This is a song about "My nationality"

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Enforce, i'm elegant and

My streaks my testament.

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Plumber in the back seat, pipe work

My own unknown is my enemy,

It's a battlejust for tha big money

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and