This is a song about "Pull up with the red clothes"

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

Police pull up, i'm tryna stash the glock

I pull up with drop top data make ya heart stop

I can only imagine, uncle bob

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

Catch you at the red light, have em screamin' “caine get up"

But youre there and the fuzz shaking the drugs out your clothes

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

The miracle we finna pull.

Kick game henry bitch, bonjour

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

Looking for sum hoes with no clothes

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

Trying to avoid the g's throwin up the red or blue

My wrists run red with blood splattered on the bed.

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet