This is a song about "Native"

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

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

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

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

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

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

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

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,