This is a song about "Native"

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

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

I don't wanna ever come down off this cloud of lovin' you

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

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

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

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not