This is a song about "Indian boy"

Ill fuckin eat ya live, u an indian, im the cupboard

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

Man the fuck up like that tall nigga roy

Same white guy, same boy, boy!

When i was just a boy

Your bars may flow but mine destroy

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Watch your body turn indian red,

Like sally mae on college debt

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