This is a song about "Red bottoms"

And then i saw the red,

I respect that you don't know yet

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Watch your body turn indian red,

Ill say pussy red instead

So if i do call it's just a check

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

Grow it in my red house

In the limelight being red hot

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

Wear bikini bottoms, no bra, and tube socks

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Whats marijuana? my fuckin eyes are never red

Covered the room in splattered red,

My god come before this bread