This is a song about "Red bottoms"

Skies are black, clouds are red

Like a church in debt

Found dead covered in red

She don’t give her nigga head

And pissing red, white, and blue

I can do better without you

We popping bottles, it don't stop

In the limelight being red hot

Covered the room in splattered red,

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Red eyes that could hypnotize

Before we see it's hard to live

You could say i'm friends with fred

Now your wrists are covered in red

And then i saw the red,

Believe me, i'm beyond dead