This is a song about "Red bottoms"

I can do better without you

And pissing red, white, and blue

Now your wrists are covered in red

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Holla out my set

Ill say pussy red instead

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

Paradox wont stop the rivers running red

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

All you might see is blood red

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

Color your eyes alveolar red

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

After im done with you, you be bleeding red,