This is a song about "Native americans"

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

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

And that cocaine industry has us americans so fascinated,

Americans have nothing on the weapons i be testing son

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

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

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Americans tackle in foot ball? getting all bloody?

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

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

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks