This is a song about "Red bottoms"

Paradox wont stop the rivers running red

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

In the limelight being red hot

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

I though i was red hot

And then i saw the red,

Finding more light to shed

Kushed up and my eye red

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Color your eyes alveolar red

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead

Wear bikini bottoms, no bra, and tube socks

Can't see his son shine like the four tops