This is a song about "My nationality"

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

My words are my rhythm

Now look: the change has come

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Got my sneakers on my shoes strapped to my feat

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

My own unknown is my enemy,

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

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