This is a song about "Native warriors"

Ay though i love you hate that bitch that's always with you

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

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

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

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

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

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

Battleaxe warriors, only thing i can name

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

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