This is a song about "Native"

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

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

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

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

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

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

Or a uniformed man, i'm tryna uniform 10 million men

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