This is a song about "Red bottoms"

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

Youre probably so embarrased that youre tomato red

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

Ill say pussy red instead

That's boa, see that's my set

Im trying to see her in bed

All you might see is blood red

Covered the room in splattered red,

You could say i'm friends with fred

And then i saw the red,

I respect that you don't know yet

She don’t give her nigga head

Skies are black, clouds are red

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Kushed up and my eye red