This is a song about "Big red tract"

Watch your body turn indian red,

Wait, you wanna fuckin' drown? go ahead

Your friends say, why we not together yet

Covered the room in splattered red,

And sins we got

I though i was red hot

Holla out my set

She wants to dye her hair red?

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

And of course, my car's off course

Fresh peel after intersecting slides your glistening red

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

And if you light skin you might want to be careful

While he's cracked, received a tract from the devil

Found dead covered in red

Probably die getting some head