This is a song about "My red glasses"

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

My weapons and red hands express i'm psychotic,

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Everything lucid thru these glasses

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

Voices in my head ordering me to shed red

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Peter parker flow, no glasses

I don't need to see with glasses

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Heystop running your mouth

Grow it in my red house

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

Getting butt hurt by my rhymes, face red looking flustered.

My eyes all red nigga, i'm spendin' all of my dope blunts//

I saw momma praying as she wait on results