This is a song about "Indian milan patel"

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

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

I wanna be just like em, rebel but im indian

Without no reason they be out the whole season

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

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

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

Fuck your humanity rather care more for an indian crisis

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

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

Watch your body turn indian red,

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head