This is a song about "Native americans"

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

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

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

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

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

And i was pretty angry at the government of us americans,

And that cocaine industry has us americans so fascinated,

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit