This is a song about "Indian girls"

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

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

Homie, if it was me, you'd do the shit for mehomie, i can remember scrappin' back to back

Thats what happens if you degrade indian rappes like "this indian is rappin' bad"

I wanna be just like em, rebel but im indian

Please lord forgive me for my sins, cause here i come

Ugh vizion, told me that hes indian, but its pretty obvious wwhen you see his greasy hair,

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

Walk that body, talk that body

Now that girls over me

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

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay