This is a song about "Gay indian"

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

"you already wrote the gay song

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

I was gonna write you a poem today

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

You ain't gay, yo a lesbian

I’m effervescent, just ask them

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

Underrated some would say

Homie, if it was me, you'd do the shit for mehomie, i can remember scrappin' back to back

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

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

This is like love, that you can never get