This is a song about "Native"

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

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

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

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

And you got that bomb, huh, i'm tryna detonate you

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

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

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

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

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not