This is a song about "Indian boy diss"

My hopes and all my wishes

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

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

Hey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Ugh vizion, told me that hes indian, but its pretty obvious wwhen you see his greasy hair,

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

Form follows function, so watch who you diss

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Don't diss albert einstein mind.

For that paper, i'mma grind