This is a song about "Red bottoms"

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Wear bikini bottoms, no bra, and tube socks

Kushed up and my eye red

Sunroof flow so over your head

She don’t give her nigga head

Covered the room in splattered red,

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

Before i make your nose rudolph, special red,

Paradox wont stop the rivers running red

Is not far from white girls with big bread

So if i do call it's just a check

Color your eyes alveolar red

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

She wants to dye her hair red?

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

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