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

Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes

I started smoking for gatherings stuff involving tribes,

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

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

Running from the motherfuckin' cops like it's an olympic sport,

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

Running from the cops like that shit is an olympic sport,

You got to have your game tight

In the face of the outside.

In the face of the outside.

Wino might find yo' sight

Sky high, iced out paradise

Of the book of your life