This is a song about "Native horn"

I got a liable larynx, my throat warm

Torn apart, taken by storm, blow the war horn/

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

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

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

If you side against the horn you are ludicrous

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

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