This is a song about "Red bottoms"

Nobody ain't own us yet

Skies are black, clouds are red

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Fresh peel after intersecting slides your glistening red

All you might see is blood red

She don’t give her nigga head

Youre probably so embarrased that youre tomato red

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

Covered the room in splattered red,

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

And pissing red, white, and blue

Found dead covered in red

Kick back and know yo son set

After im done with you, you be bleeding red,

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed