This is a song about "Indian tribes"

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

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

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

And when the sun up i'm like shit you look better in tights

I started smoking for gatherings stuff involving tribes,

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

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

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

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

Watch your body turn indian red,

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

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

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

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