This is a song about "Chubby indian boy"

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy

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

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

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

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

Hey, lookin' boy, what you say lookin' boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

Watch your body turn indian red,

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Fuck your humanity rather care more for an indian crisis