This is a song about "Indian god"

Declared myself a god

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

'cause i'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

They burn on every block

We don't understand god

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

Fuck that job been around that block

From that day i don't know god.

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

Giving excuses like shit i thought i was alone or i thought it was my homes

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

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

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

I wanna be just like em, rebel but im indian