This is a song about "Native americans"

Americans have nothing on the weapons i be testing son

And i don't need no center or guard to get him open

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

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

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

Black mother of the earth you know i forever owe you

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

The americans can no longer survive,