This is a song about "Native americans"

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

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

Americans have nothing on the weapons i be testing son

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

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

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

We’re americans, not crack dealers, criminals, and blatant fools,

Help open the eyes of the americans, we need to shut him down

Gotta finish this verse, can't write it downearly flight now i'm out of town

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

The americans can no longer survive,

Afghanistan had faded quick, americans took over and they hated it

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit