This is a song about "Indian fat boy"

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Snapple fact: you rather wack

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

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

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

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

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

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

Just a white boy, i know it sounds coy.

Same white guy, same boy, boy!