This is a song about "Red bottoms"

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

Watch your body turn indian red,

Im trying to see her in bed

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Youre probably so embarrased that youre tomato red

Finding more light to shed

Kushed up and my eye red

And then i saw the red,

One day a bed

Grow it in my red house

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

She wants to dye her hair red?

Fresh peel after intersecting slides your glistening red

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