This is a song about "Chubby indian boy"

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

Little gay looking boy

Git out my face looking boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Screamin, "fuck - all y'all niggaz" in swahilipistol packin fresh out of jail, i ain't goin back

Thats what happens if you degrade indian rappes like "this indian is rappin' bad"

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Fuck your humanity rather care more for an indian crisis

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

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

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

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt