This is a song about "An indian"

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

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

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

I wanna be just like em, rebel but im indian

Lady at the frank stand will

An immoral immortal

And they respect that, say that i'm real man

Anti-violent i chant my rhymes an

Ugly girls, quiet, pretty girls ride

Anorexics an apatite

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,

What do i really need

An immortal technique