This is a song about "Anti indian"

Couple of ‘em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find

Anti bacterial so the stereo is sterilized

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

We're anti-government and practice these acts - vigorously & viciously,

Don't have much strength left inside of me but i'm anti me; fucked up jesus

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

Watch your body turn indian red,

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Ill fuckin eat ya live, u an indian, im the cupboard

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

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

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray