This is a song about "Indian food"

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

And in this game you the gators' food

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

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

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

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

I wanna be just like em, rebel but im indian

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

But i got two a-mex's that look the same way

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