This is a song about "Indian forskin"

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

I wanna be just like em, rebel but im indian

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

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

Watch your body turn indian red,

And please never disrespect my set

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Fuck your humanity rather care more for an indian crisis

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

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

Can't nobody fade meand i been goin' insane latelyand everybody tryin ta hold me back

Thats what happens if you degrade indian rappes like "this indian is rappin' bad"

Giving excuses like shit i thought i was alone or i thought it was my homes

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