This is a song about "Red bottoms"

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

Ill say pussy red instead

In the limelight being red hot

By any means, if ya like it or not

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

Fresh peel after intersecting slides your glistening red

Cutting me this worthless check

Skies are black, clouds are red

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Paradox wont stop the rivers running red

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Covered the room in splattered red,

Red eyes that could hypnotize

And when i start to rise

And then i saw the red,

Holla out my set