This is a song about "Indian forskin"

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

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

Homie, if it was me, you'd do the shit for mehomie, i can remember scrappin' back to back

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

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

I wanna be just like em, rebel but im indian

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

We're still feeling the promise, some nights i kill 'em with kindness

Fuck your humanity rather care more for an indian crisis

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

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way

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,