This is a song about "Indian niggah"

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Just a new niggah tryna get the groove of things

Fuck your humanity rather care more for an indian crisis

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Watch your body turn indian red,

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

That's why they salty every where i swear its like a snow day

Its ironic the way we broke up she sucked a niggah the hard way

Ugh vizion, told me that hes indian, but its pretty obvious wwhen you see his greasy hair,

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

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

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

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

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

Going out with the new niggah on her fucking block