This is a song about "Native girls"

Half a millie on the road, y'all relyin on features

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

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

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

But we should be body to body

Wishing girls would fucking like me

We should appreciate the girls

Better yet they work my every nerve

Cassidy your different from other girls

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

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

Bruh, i see, girls everywhere

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

But it seems like a scene outta flick