This is a song about "Red bottoms"

Now your wrists are covered in red

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

There must be a god

I though i was red hot

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

Covered the room in splattered red,

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

Before i make your nose rudolph, special red,

I respect that you don't know yet

And then i saw the red,

Found dead covered in red

One day a bed

Color your eyes alveolar red

Cutting me this worthless check

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

Fuck, your a comedian, im gone, your red