This is a song about "Indian fuck"

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,

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Crank it up like you don't give a fuck fuck fuck

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

I wanna be just like em, rebel but im indian

I'm everything that they call nice

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

Crank it up like you don't give a fuck fuck fuck

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

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

Fuck your humanity rather care more for an indian crisis

Fuck that - and fuck you too!

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you