This is a song about "Native"

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

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

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

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo 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

Lobster over salmon and i ain't ever tried to tuna you

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