This is a song about "Hatchets and red"

They smoke black and wear black hats, with red shirts,

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

And then i saw the red,

Nobody ain't own us yet

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

And laugh at you while they slowly hack you with hatchets

Who swore i'd wouldn't live till twentynow they gotta cope

I'll jump from a slant angle with hatchets and hack at your throat

We kick it back and forth, you can call us meth and red,

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet