This is a song about "Indian kid"

It sucked for this coward kid

Everybody wasted faded, faded

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

This a different motor man better go to work

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

Then there was this one kid

Or who did, cause i did

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

Fuck your humanity rather care more for an indian crisis

Wassup phoma, slow down kid!

See, the last one i dated, i hated

But most times i'm not, i be lifted

Quick turning into that cocky kid