This is a song about "Indian teacher"

I'd run myself over, but there needs to be a teacher

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

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

Nigga, look at my bitch, you looking the wrong way

Early adapters agree they all late

But my junior year english teacher portrayed

So close i could give flip a play

The teacher looked over her class one day

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Watch your body turn indian red,

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

I maybe funny but i'm always taking money, plus i ain't throwing jokes,

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

Just all them fucking low life teacher ways.

They say that i never cease to amaze