This is a song about "Red beans"

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Skies are black, clouds are red

Now your wrists are covered in red

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

And she throws up whatever she eats

But my momma could'nt even afford beans

Fresh peel after intersecting slides your glistening red

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

Color your eyes alveolar red

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

Youre probably so embarrased that youre tomato red

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

And sins we got

I though i was red hot

Watch your body turn indian red,

And please never disrespect my set