This is a song about "My nationality"

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags