This is a song about "Short indians"

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Nine eleven cant tell between arabs and indians

I’m way harder than the concrete

Ill keep it short and sweet

Hit the club she drop it low

And i'm one short of christmas, hoho

Haha, i like my short cake shorter

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Kirko paint her walls

Should be degraded, (short pause)

Should be degraded, (short pause)

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Huh, a metaphor of course

Should be degraded, (short pause)

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short