This is a song about "Indian forskin"

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

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

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

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

Fuck your humanity rather care more for an indian crisis

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

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

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

Nobody ain't own us yet

Watch your body turn indian red,

N we gone keep this shit row these niggas know how i go i do this shit for my folks

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