This is a song about "Indian slums"

Watch your body turn indian red,

She don’t give her nigga head

Without choice or hope to voice our own noiseless mope of far away homes

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Fuck your humanity rather care more for an indian crisis

Can't be held against you in any kind of way

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

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Sons and daughters wander through the slums for running water

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

European model white bitch is eating donuts