This is a song about "Indian government institutions"

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Watch your body turn indian red,

Whether hourly or salary, exploited by the government,

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

Fuck your humanity rather care more for an indian crisis

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

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

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

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

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

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

Government lies yes they cover shit

Slackers taking government taxes

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love