This is a song about "Native"

Just fresh out of the ashes it's a detroit fucking classic from when

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

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

Ay though i love you hate that bitch that's always with you

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

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

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

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

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