This is a song about "Being native part 2"

And my bank account look just like a phone card

And it's pulling me apart a part

Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you

Whats his native people, find it harder for nights to sleep through,

The best part of you ran down your mums leg and ended up being

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Hardest part was to part till the intersection/

My position improving, not to mention