This is a song about "Indian niggah"

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

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

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

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay

This the type of shit that make a niggah twitch

Where the lips of your teen daughter sits, bitch

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Going out with the new niggah on her fucking block

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

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

I wanna be just like em, rebel but im indian

If you think you can spit then i am the fuckin' dentist

You the the type of bitch to make a niggah want to use his fist

Just a new niggah tryna get the groove of things

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives