This is a song about "Red bottoms"

And pissing red, white, and blue

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

All you might see is blood red

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

And then i saw the red,

You could say i'm friends with fred

Now your wrists are covered in red

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

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

After im done with you, you be bleeding red,

Fresh peel after intersecting slides your glistening red

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

Fuck, your a comedian, im gone, your red

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead

Ill say pussy red instead

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head