This is a song about "Indian girls"

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

Feel free if your indian we won't chase you away

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

And don't perform after him or you might regret

Now that girls over me

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Watch your body turn indian red,

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

We should appreciate the girls

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

Rich girls don't even look at girls that was the notion

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

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