This is a song about "Im rollin with the red killin niggas with the blue"

No cursing killin off the bus with this truck cause he's an ordinary person

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermathmore bodies being buried

I am the realest rapper out and imma be rollin with my clique

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

Im always killin in the mic,

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

After im done with you, you be bleeding red,

Trying to avoid the g's throwin up the red or blue

Its been a long time comin, i should hang with you

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

Yo we're goin' back with forth with the flow like red and meth,