This is a song about "Indian people"

So many selfish people

Lady at the frank stand will

I get migraines 'cause fuck people

Cause this album pack enough evil

So they taught me to spray

People stared everyday

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

People critically commenting,

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

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

I wanna be just like em, rebel but im indian

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

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

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