This is a song about "Native"

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

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

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

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

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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