This is a song about "Indian peolpe"

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

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

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

I maybe funny but i'm always taking money, plus i ain't throwing jokes,

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

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

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

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

We're still feeling the promise, some nights i kill 'em with kindness

Fuck your humanity rather care more for an indian crisis

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

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