This is a song about "Indian fat boy who play football"

Such a lonely boy, who brought a small town so much fame.

Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane

Thowin around bombs worse then ponder with a football,

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

And destroy any fuck boy who been pumpin the game with estrogen/

Girl like u mess with boy who earn...

Guess i see it's my turn

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

I wanna be just like em, rebel but im indian

Once their was a boy who felt like a king,

Cut me off every time im talking

I’m just a flowing white boy who has mad haters

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

There was a little boy who never went out to play

Me and my homies, kick it like everyday