This is a song about "Native"

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

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

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

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

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

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you

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