This is a song about "Indian reservation"

Watch your body turn indian red,

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

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

Homie, if it was me, you'd do the shit for mehomie, i can remember scrappin' back to back

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//

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

And i don't need no reservation

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

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

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

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