This is a song about "Being indian"

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

I’m being sarcastic,

We're still feeling the promise, some nights i kill 'em with kindness

Fuck your humanity rather care more for an indian crisis

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

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

For going on being

Fuck it, im leaving

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

But thats the life of a human being

Now this is what i call an evening

Watch your body turn indian red,

First letter says motherfucker you're dead