This is a song about "Indian girls"

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

We gotta get back to what really matters

Girls looking like barbie

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

Without choice or hope to voice our own noiseless mope of far away homes

Ambition, pardon my ambition

Powerpuff girls and invader zim

Fuck your humanity rather care more for an indian crisis

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

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

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

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Wishing girls would fucking like me