This is a song about "Crimson scout"

Like a crimson tide i let the fury fly

I'm on my grown man b.i you see why

Now im ecstatic to shed some crimson chromatic, believe me i mean to be mean, im emphatic

But at times unnessecary, i'm gettin worriedteardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Freddie lips crimson and mistaken with the seagulls

Acting like a girl scout

Now i live it out

Wealthy tuition, floor already crimson

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Within then my outlook, so where does the scout look?

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good