This is a song about "Native"

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

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

I don’t want nothing to do with you, i’m through with you

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

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

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

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

Everybody know me like the contra code for extra men