This is a song about "Cowboys and indians"

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And inhospitable,

Shout out them strippers who hustle

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

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

Every night i stroke hoes

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

And don't ever (and don't ever)

And i need this forever

Nine eleven cant tell between arabs and indians

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its