This is a song about "Native warriors"

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Whats his native people, find it harder for nights to sleep through,

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank

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

And it's time to make a real native separation from the fake friends

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

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

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

Battleaxe warriors, only thing i can name

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain