This is a song about "Indian people"

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

From the people who control to people

Inhabit the minds of people

Lady at the frank stand will

As i light one for ill will

Dont we have enough death , people

Cause this album pack enough evil

This is for the starving people

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

People steal, people die,

Watch your body turn indian red,

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

Theres 7 billion people,

Inhale my color purple