This is a song about "Indian baller"

I fucked my whore than stabbed her in the heart, like im an indian from indiana jones,

Giving excuses like shit i thought i was alone or i thought it was my homes

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

I could say that i'm a baller with the riches and dough,

Ima straight up baller cuz i hop like a lemur,

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

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

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

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

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

Bitch. am a baller, you a faller. watch me pull a stunt.

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,