This is a song about "Indian slums"

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

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

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

Fuck your humanity rather care more for an indian crisis

I wanna be just like em, rebel but im indian

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

Watch your body turn indian red,

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

No days off and that's even on a snow day

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

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole