This is a song about "Native"

You gave me a taste, now i know there's no getting off you

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

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

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

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

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

Single father raising hits, ending them makes me a native then

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them