This is a song about "Indian fuck"

I was playing with guns

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Fuckty fuck fuck, lets rip shit up and fuck,

Uh ha, you know what

I dont even give a fuck

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Watch your body turn indian red,

Is not far from white girls with big bread

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

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