This is a song about "Red bottoms"

Kushed up and my eye red

Give us this day, our daily bread

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

Watch your body turn indian red,

I'll tell you baby that we're through

Fuck reppin red fuck reppin blue,

Whats marijuana? my fuckin eyes are never red

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead

Now your wrists are covered in red

If your man want to bet

Im trying to see her in bed

All you might see is blood red

Covered the room in splattered red,

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

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