This is a song about "Indian people"

From the people who control to people

So all that other shit you on dead, burial

People stared everyday

Right where you stay

I get migraines 'cause fuck people

Inhale my color purple

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

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

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

Them people weak them people weak

Lady at the frank stand will

Questions enter the minds of people

Foreplay rewardin' her on her long day

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

Inhabit the minds of people

And everything is purple