This is a song about "Indian boy diss"

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

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

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

Arrogant when i finish

Cause you are on the diss,

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

I wanna be just like em, rebel but im indian

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun