This is a song about "Indian milan patel"

Like sally mae on college debt

Watch your body turn indian red,

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

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

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

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

I wanna be just like em, rebel but im indian

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

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

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

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

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