This is a song about "Masala indian"

Homie, if it was me, you'd do the shit for mehomie, i can remember scrappin' back to back

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

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

Ugh vizion, told me that hes indian, but its pretty obvious wwhen you see his greasy hair,

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

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

Quit the job baby, come and fuck me all day

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

Watch your body turn indian red,

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

Chevy filled up on petrol, times like this i just roll

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole