This is a song about "Native ame"

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

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

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

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

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

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

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

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top