This is a song about "Imagine if my piss want red"

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Be if you were still here and chose to repeat dying for me if only i can imagine

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

Splice and mash, bite the cash, imagine if all rap was wack,

From my ''hot pen''/tell your siblings enemies n top friends/if they want real

We ain't looking for loving here, only cus it's summer here

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

Bars i got them/if they want some real spits i got phlegm /top speed with my

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

Driving my car to a foreign place

If you keep talkin shit, i'll piss on your face

If you bleed red then you're kin,

And the reason that i'm going

But if you want, the beef my nigga

They infiltrate our homes, africa