This is a song about "Native warrior"

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

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

But if so, i'll take the scorn, indeed happily

Call me a warrior, not because i like curry

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

He's a warrior and laborious

Only her and i knownow i'm sitten' in tha state pen

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

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

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

And peace to this young warrior,

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur