This is a song about "Indian government institutions"

I find the truth bout our famed institutions

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

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

Whether hourly or salary, exploited by the government,

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Government elections have corrupted economies,

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

Watch your body turn indian red,

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

I wanna be just like em, rebel but im indian

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

Gave yo girl a cash shower getting money every hour ill skin you to yo bones

Without them, the government would definitely be inadequate.

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit