This is a song about "Indian removal act"

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

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

They don't hear my bark

I'd rather act the part

Niggas act fierce as lions

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Watch your body turn indian red,

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Gunning down ignorant fools when they wanna act,

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

Righty ho, that's drake's act copied

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

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

Is heaven just another door? and my people say