This is a song about "Red indian"

Covered the room in splattered red,

And please never disrespect my set

My voice make her wet

All you might see is blood red

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

Found dead covered in red

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

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

Now your wrists are covered in red

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

Fuck, your a comedian, im gone, your red

Me and you in extasydon't be upset

Fresh peel after intersecting slides your glistening red

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

This a different motor man better go to work

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