This is a song about "Masala indian"

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

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

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

Caramel macchiatos when shawty get into work

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,

Yeah, broken ass bones, and shattered hearts, faggots follow faggots like theyr fuckin clones,

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

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

Watch your body turn indian red,

Kick back and know yo son set

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

Foreplay rewardin' her on her long day

Can't nobody fade meand i been goin' insane latelyand everybody tryin ta hold me back

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