This is a song about "The native american tribes fromthe lewis and clark epedition"

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

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

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

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

A team from out of queens with the american dream

We've condemned them, locked. in a cell of consumerism,the american dream.

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Succeed in what you love the american dream

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

I started smoking for gatherings stuff involving tribes,

Need to be goin to hawaii, seein the world

This is what the american government has urged,