This is a song about "That indian"

Watch your body turn indian red,

Kick back and know yo son set

You know what? nigga, it's blacc friday

That reminds me of that day

That i forgot,that i needed

But i remain the good kid

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

That shit that you be spittin son, you never should've wrote that

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

I don't need that,i can't see that

The door crack, niggas all black

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

That outnumber infinity

Let me rideuntil i get free