This is a song about "Archaic indians"

This ain't gta, grab that ak, brace and run this archaic district/

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

We chief on loud like indians and my crews strapped up like cowboys

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

Archaic accolades

I know what it takes

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Nine eleven cant tell between arabs and indians