This is a song about "Native tribes of the olympic peninsula"

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Shaved of the face of the earth

I started smoking for gatherings stuff involving tribes,

I might give you the pipe unless you pedaling bikes

The things im most scared of

My nigga, its all love

We calling his bluff, so get your nose on this handgun

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

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

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Wood chain with a jesus

Raybands...hide the face of,