This is a song about "Indian brothers"

Branko brothers gone and gang wars too

My ambitious girl, i won't forget you

Watch your body turn indian red,

Nobody ain't own us yet

Peace be to my brothers and sisters

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

You and i were basically brothers

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

Can't be held against you in any kind of way

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Never give in to sin, unorthodox for my brothers,

Oldest nation on this earth

Let there be made brothers,

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Thats what happens if you degrade indian rappes like "this indian is rappin' bad"