This is a song about "My red glasses"

When my gun got a red dot sight.

Focus let me show you the light

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

Voices in my head ordering me to shed red

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

I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

All you see is red all over my bed cant even see my head cuz im dead.

Once the message released

Finally got my glasses cleaned

Rub the wood and ima show em love

I don't need to see with glasses

All we need is convienient love

Peter parker flow, no glasses

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Murder you notable, murder you glasses