This is a song about "Indo"

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Some indo selling motherfucker got em self into trouble

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Indo indoors with the windows closed yo, insanity trapping me tragically

You just turn your head, kneel down and then tie your tennis

Indo queen from that dirty south texas browntown menace