This is a song about "Indian food"

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

All my niggas get together to gather loot

I was starving, didn't have money to buy food

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Watch your body turn indian red,

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Edible, these artists are garbage, i'm leafy lettuce food

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

I wanna be just like em, rebel but im indian

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

Have you ever been sitting in a room with no food.

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood