This is a song about "Indian colonization"

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

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

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

Fuck your humanity rather care more for an indian crisis

We're still feeling the promise, some nights i kill 'em with kindness

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

I fucked my whore than stabbed her in the heart, like im an indian from indiana jones,

Spendin' hours in the hall, listenin' to instrumentals straight off my headphones//

Can't nobody fade meand i been goin' insane latelyand everybody tryin ta hold me back

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

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

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