This is a song about "Indian slums"

Fuck your humanity rather care more for an indian crisis

We're still feeling the promise, some nights i kill 'em with kindness

Sons and daughters wander through the slums for running water

Flowin' like the creampie inside of your daughter

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

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

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

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

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

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

Watch your body turn indian red,

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check