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

While syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men

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

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

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

No dirt weed, give me purp with no seeds, please aboard

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

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

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness