This is a song about "Red bottoms"

Pawning my chain in the shop

In the limelight being red hot

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Now your wrists are covered in red

Wear bikini bottoms, no bra, and tube socks

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Fuck reppin red fuck reppin blue,

Your girlfriend trippin' on you

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

Watch your body turn indian red,

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

Covered the room in splattered red,

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

Youre probably so embarrased that youre tomato red

Skies are black, clouds are red

Im trying to see her in bed