This is a song about "Red bottoms"

That's boa, see that's my set

Now your wrists are covered in red

Paradox wont stop the rivers running red

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

Before i make your nose rudolph, special red,

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Skies are black, clouds are red

Lemonhead end up dead

Straight bad bitches i run, through

And pissing red, white, and blue

She wants to dye her hair red?

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

Found dead covered in red

If your man want to bet

Youre probably so embarrased that youre tomato red

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head