This is a song about "No red lights"

Covered the room in splattered red,

I respect that you don't know yet

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

Cocaine, gold chain, mary jane, propane, slow-vane, no brain, red vain,

You got no room to brag makin me gag your a red flag,

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

I shoot like i got the eagle eye nah man this ain't no lie. i'm feelin like i'm red

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Ugh, the understudy for the top lights,

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Somethin ain't right, hit the brake lights

Lights flash till i go awol

And there's little to be glad for