This is a song about "India survivor"

Remember me cause im the a survivor of the hell raisin grounds/

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

But in that that rapper illness i was not in a flying flock but i was a survivor hawk

So motherfucka don't appear when the money's homelil' homie done grew into a big dog

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Cause one of us is going down i was born a survivor,

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

Gonna end up being hip hops only survivor

The skin is thick, no need for leather, your father called

Youll be like a survivor from the holocaust

On top dubia, india. stop to buy india

White and black bitch like she's a mothafucking zebra

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

I'm a over drug abusing survivor, within glance