This is a song about "Indian girls"

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

I get jelous when your with other girls

Fuck your humanity rather care more for an indian crisis

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

In 2 to 6 hours

But got love for them girls

Girls looking like barbie

I got the right to be cocky