This is a song about "Red bottoms"

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

Covered the room in splattered red,

Youre probably so embarrased that youre tomato red

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

She don’t give her nigga head

Skies are black, clouds are red

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

Fresh peel after intersecting slides your glistening red

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Paradox wont stop the rivers running red

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

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

Before i make your nose rudolph, special red,

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

That's boa, see that's my set

Kushed up and my eye red