This is a song about "Indian"

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

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

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

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

And i ain't trying to hear what you wanting to say

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

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

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

I'm gonna strike you with black led, watch your body turn indian red,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Fuck your humanity rather care more for an indian crisis

If i had a life jacket cause i'm not that dumb

I wanna be just like em, rebel but im indian