This is a song about "Red bottoms"

You could say i'm friends with fred

Covered the room in splattered red,

Lemonhead end up dead

And then i saw the red,

Grow it in my red house

My garage full of cars that bounce

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Whats marijuana? my fuckin eyes are never red

Found dead covered in red

Give us this day, our daily bread

Fuck reppin red fuck reppin blue,

Take you out kentland and show you a zoo

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

Holla out my set

Ill say pussy red instead