This is a song about "Fuck sam pepper"

Crank it up like you don't give a fuck fuck fuck

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

Without the sound of guns

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Fuck reppin red fuck reppin blue,

I really love my miami crew

The way these guys can't see me? man it's like i'm spitting pepper spray

Owed the dope man for his productand he swore if he did not pay

I'm the burger king, i gotta have it my way

I ain't got a damn thing other than my pepper spray

Cause you love me, call me daddy

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

But fuck destiny and fuck legacy

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

Salt and pepper, and never even changed an old sweater.

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her