This is a song about "Fat indian"

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Skin tone i wish i could take it back

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

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

That!but i am ugly and fat,

When that money calls i holla back

I know you just doing your job

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

Why my life depend on what i'mma do today

Feel free if your indian we won't chase you away