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

I keep my money neat

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Shaved of the face of the earth

Now you got a masters

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

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

Just cause i don't get votes don't mean i didn't kill everybody i faced,go practice first

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

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

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