This is a song about "Red bottoms"

Now your wrists are covered in red

Kick back and know yo son set

My god come before this bread

Covered the room in splattered red,

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

When i see the sheets i just see they blood red,

When the lights are out she says, i am bathed in red,

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Wear bikini bottoms, no bra, and tube socks

Probably die getting some head

Color your eyes alveolar red

Kushed up and my eye red

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Fresh peel after intersecting slides your glistening red

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead