This is a song about "Native amercan"

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

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

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

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

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

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

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