This is a song about "Red bottoms"

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

Youre probably so embarrased that youre tomato red

Nobody ain't own us yet

And then i saw the red,

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

Whats marijuana? my fuckin eyes are never red

Color your eyes alveolar red

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

Kick back and know yo son set

Now your wrists are covered in red

My god come before this bread

Covered the room in splattered red,

Fresh peel after intersecting slides your glistening red

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head