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

I just wanna pick you up and take you to a wrestling match

Pull up in the car open the lambo mercy latch

You can't even scan, your fans are downloading you

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

Cuz all i do is pull up in the drive thru

Now, shorty this is what i'mma need from you

I wake up in a cold sweat, a red neck with his bed wet

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Now see me pull up to yo spot with dat fukkin drop top

She was the queen of the club

I pull up, stick the sword in your gut

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

Chop it up like jay voorhees, pull triggers when messin' with,

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Looking for sum hoes with no clothes