This is a song about "My fav indian"

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

My cash effected, my brain insane,

These my rhymes and my story

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

You can all get hit and we ain't lenient to women

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Grab my knife and my gun

Go where you ain't been

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

My streaks my testament.

Put the purp in the blunt

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

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