This is a song about "Native warriors"

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

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

The walls i couldn't break em or take em apart with a tank

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

I got a fetish for fresh, i'm a clean crook

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Then we'll rise and fight like warriors 'till sunset like elton john,