This is a song about "Native amercan"

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

If it wasn't bad enough your labels are hoeing you

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

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

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

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