This is a song about "Native"

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

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

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

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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