This is a song about "Red bottoms"

Kushed up and my eye red

Nobody ain't own us yet

Now your wrists are covered in red

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

Fuck, your a comedian, im gone, your red

Your friends say, why we not together yet

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

Watch your body turn indian red,

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

Fresh peel after intersecting slides your glistening red

Give us this day, our daily bread

She wants to dye her hair red?

Youre probably so embarrased that youre tomato red

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