This is a song about "Native horn"

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,

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

If you side against the horn you are ludicrous

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

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

Or a uniformed man, i'm tryna uniform 10 million men

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

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

Horn, the devil, extar pointed by fucking horns

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand