This is a song about "Red bottoms"

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Whats marijuana? my fuckin eyes are never red

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Grow it in my red house

Yo we get the dank and bounce

And then i saw the red,

If your man want to bet

I used to have a nine to five

Red eyes that could hypnotize

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

Watch your body turn indian red,

Color your eyes alveolar red

Probably die getting some head

After im done with you, you be bleeding red,

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead