This is a song about "Indian forskin"

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

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

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

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

I maybe funny but i'm always taking money, plus i ain't throwing jokes,

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

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

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

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

Fuck your humanity rather care more for an indian crisis

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

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