This is a song about "Natives"

To get a pair, natives killed him right in front the mall

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

Or michael vick if ya'll bark natives ya'll through

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

No love at all no love for my natives at all

Why fake natives' talking bout shit they ain't never had,

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back