This is a song about "Native"

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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

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

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

Now whatcha gonna dowhen my niggas come for you

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

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

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

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