This is a song about "Indian boy"

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Hey, lookin' boy, what you say lookin' boy

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

And take place looking boy

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

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

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Little gay-lookin boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy