This is a song about "Red bottoms"

He ain't give a fuck about you

And pissing red, white, and blue

In the limelight being red hot

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

Covered the room in splattered red,

Now your wrists are covered in red

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

All you might see is blood red

You could say i'm friends with fred

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

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

Im trying to see her in bed

Skies are black, clouds are red