This is a song about "An indian"

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

Just an alert of an amber

See, i like the person that you are

Anti-violent i chant my rhymes an

I'm so dapper man, funky fresh dapper dan

I fucked my whore than stabbed her in the heart, like im an indian from indiana jones,

Without choice or hope to voice our own noiseless mope of far away homes

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

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

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Watch your body turn indian red,

Or babies they raisin

Its an imagination

I pray the lord my guns to keep

An immortal technique