This is a song about "Native indians"

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

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

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

Nine eleven cant tell between arabs and indians

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

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

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

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys