This is a song about "Native"

Aiming it at a pig, charlotte's web is going to miss you

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

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

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

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

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

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