This is a song about "Red bottoms"

Now your wrists are covered in red

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

Heystop running your mouth

Grow it in my red house

Living if she is or not

I though i was red hot

Holla out my set

And then i saw the red,

Cutting me this worthless check

Covered the room in splattered red,

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Ill say pussy red instead

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

Whats marijuana? my fuckin eyes are never red

You could say i'm friends with fred

Skies are black, clouds are red