This is a song about "Native"

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

Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

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

It's only fitting cause i'm looking super fly with you

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

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

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

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