This is a song about "Native american rap"

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

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

If you were nursed by fools, then this is your american, asian perceptions.

Like "don't let 'em 'round our women" cuz we own women like things

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

Upward mobility's a myth, the american dream we can't reach,

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

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

My ancestors were brought here on american ships

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

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

And american music shows.

Here they keep a rachet close