This is a song about "Being indian"

Tell them niggas they sleeping

For going on being

I got rich from a little struggle

Why you being inadmissible,

Fuck being counterfeit

Or let the mob handle that

Of being of always getting wired

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

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

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

I’m being sarcastic,

You be on that stalker shit

Give me a reason why i'm not the best breathing

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

I'm gonna strike you with black led, watch your body turn indian red,

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet