This is a song about "Native warrior"

A warrior, a soldier, or a sniper eyeing down line of sight

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

A warrior, so instead i bask in the land of champions

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

Here i go again, searching for love

He's a warrior and laborious

You are the flawless creature

And peace to this young warrior,

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

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

A samurai with a camera, i'm a warrior with vision

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Call me a warrior, not because i like curry

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money