This is a song about "Red bottoms"

Found dead covered in red

Kick back and know yo son set

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Fuck that whore till her pussy turned red

Fresh peel after intersecting slides your glistening red

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

Ill say pussy red instead

Cutting me this worthless check

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Covered the room in splattered red,

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

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

My garage full of cars that bounce

Grow it in my red house

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

And don't perform after him or you might regret