This is a song about "Native amercan"

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

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

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

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

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

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

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask you

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