This is a song about "Indian girls"

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

I've become immune to you no name haters

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,

Powerpuff girls and invader zim

I'm talkin ideas , motivation

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

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

Watch your body turn indian red,

Fuck your humanity rather care more for an indian crisis

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Talking of the gods you serve

But got love for them girls