This is a song about "An indian"

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

While everybody got ammunition on deck

Mmg and that's my clique

An immortal technique

Fuck your humanity rather care more for an indian crisis

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Feel free if your indian we won't chase you away

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter

Your an insurgent an i'm a english sniper,

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

I write rhymes an you know that i don’t need an excuse,

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

Ugh vizion, told me that hes indian, but its pretty obvious wwhen you see his greasy hair,