This is a song about "Indian girl"

And he, what's his name, earl

"eyeing every next girl..."

Watch your body turn indian red,

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

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,

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"

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

So the devil that drove in her got in control