This is a song about "Indian reservation"

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

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

Fuck your humanity rather care more for an indian crisis

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Watch your body turn indian red,

Ugh vizion, told me that hes indian, but its pretty obvious wwhen you see his greasy hair,

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

My reservation is to make some mills

I wanna be just like em, rebel but im indian

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them