This is a song about "Indian colonization"

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Fuck your humanity rather care more for an indian crisis

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

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

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

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

I wanna be just like em, rebel but im indian

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//

Watch your body turn indian red,

I respect that you don't know yet