This is a song about "Red beans"

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Covered the room in splattered red,

She wants to dye her hair red?

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Youre probably so embarrased that youre tomato red

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

I respect that you don't know yet

Found dead covered in red

Whats marijuana? my fuckin eyes are never red

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

But my momma could'nt even afford beans

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

Fuck, your a comedian, im gone, your red

Color your eyes alveolar red

I don't want you to have my permit yet