This is a song about "Indian tribes"

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

This a different motor man better go to work

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

Fuck your humanity rather care more for an indian crisis

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Watch your body turn indian red,

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

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

The home of marvin gaye, that's all i gotta say

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

I wanna be just like em, rebel but im indian

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

I started smoking for gatherings stuff involving tribes,