This is a song about "Red bottoms"

Color your eyes alveolar red

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Wear bikini bottoms, no bra, and tube socks

Nobody ain't own us yet

Now your wrists are covered in red

Is not far from white girls with big bread

When i see the sheets i just see they blood red,

In the limelight being red hot

You see him as a god

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

Wait, you wanna fuckin' drown? go ahead

Skies are black, clouds are red

Finding more light to shed

Give us this day, our daily bread

And then i saw the red,