This is a song about "Red bottoms"

Fuck reppin red fuck reppin blue,

Shawty can i taste you

And then i saw the red,

Holla out my set

Wear bikini bottoms, no bra, and tube socks

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Found dead covered in red

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

After im done with you, you be bleeding red,

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Now your wrists are covered in red

Why we gotta argue

And pissing red, white, and blue