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

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I think found where your mind was

The things im most scared of

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

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

The groups of groupies looped in the hoops of the music business,

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

I don't want you to have my permit yet

And i can't help but notice

The name of the game is

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

And it's time to make a real native separation from the fake friends