This is a song about "Indian food"

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

Dudes that bark shit deserve nothing less than pet food

Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy

I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,

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

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

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

Spendin' hours in the hall, listenin' to instrumentals straight off my headphones//

I fucked my whore than stabbed her in the heart, like im an indian from indiana jones,

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

And in this game you the gators' food

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Fuck your humanity rather care more for an indian crisis