This is a song about "Native americans northeast reigon"

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

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

The americans can no longer survive,

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

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,

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

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

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