This is a song about "Native indians"

Whats his native people, find it harder for nights to sleep through,

It's only fitting cause i'm looking super fly with you

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

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

We chief on loud like indians and my crews strapped up like cowboys

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Nine eleven cant tell between arabs and indians

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

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den