This is a song about "In reds"

Hmmm where should i begin

I get in where i fit in.

In a private jet while i'm walking in

My talent should take me places i've never been

Chronic in my system, liquor in my cup

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Watch you in,watch you in, watch you in, im in for the win

Sitting in my chair relaxing in the sun

See with a district columbia vision

Line up in an orderly fashion to get your brains smashed in

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

Walked in the kitchen and found a pot to piss in

A lil, signed, sealed, delivered

In every thought, in every word