This is a song about "Red bottoms"

All you might see is blood red

Kick back and know yo son set

Watch your body turn indian red,

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

So if i do call it's just a check

After im done with you, you be bleeding red,

Fuck reppin red fuck reppin blue,

I bet that mirror gon show you

Give us this day, our daily bread

Now your wrists are covered in red

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

Paradox wont stop the rivers running red

Covered the room in splattered red,

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

And pissing red, white, and blue

I'm here tryin' to pull you through