This is a song about "I m a clear the red letter in the pigeon"

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

They gave me a choice so i took the red pill

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

They made quite a pair sitting in the red seats

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

In the limelight being red hot

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

Probably die getting some head

Covered the room in splattered red,

I deserve cheers how i rap tour every year

So sincere, dirty hands looking in the sky, so clear

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Changed numers i left apology letter under the bunk bed she was