This is a song about "Indian milan patel"

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

And we got history, let's repeat it the right way

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

Fuck your humanity rather care more for an indian crisis

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

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

N we gone keep this shit row these niggas know how i go i do this shit for my folks

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

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

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

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