This is a song about "Native"

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

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

Ay though i love you hate that bitch that's always with you

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

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

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

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

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

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