This is a song about "Indian people"

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

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

I work hard for everything i get

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

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

Spendin' hours in the hall, listenin' to instrumentals straight off my headphones//

Cause this album pack enough evil

I get migraines 'cause fuck people

I see all these people

This is the root of all evil

Inhale my color purple

Dont we have enough death , people

From the back seat, back seat

Them people weak them people weak

Screamin, "fuck - all y'all niggaz" in swahilipistol packin fresh out of jail, i ain't goin back

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