This is a song about "Life on the reservation"

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

The purpose of my life ain't kicking pebbles on the pavement

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

All he wanted was the fame and good life to carry on

Cause i been in the field life on the line with him

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

Swept out of your life, like the dust on the floor

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

I'm just a good kid in a mad reservation

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

I do it on the norm, the life of someone corrupt

Celebrate the very day that she get past

Social life hit on the back, now this shit's gonna last

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

The life of a criminal, living on a chain