This is a song about "Being native"

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Put that on everything these other bitches anything

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

Doing work and being progressive, impressive

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

Got up, voice says look up, surrounded by members of the native mob,

And it's time to make a real native separation from the fake friends

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom

Any young nigga with visions when he's sleeping

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

That in it's native alphabet, you can't understand