This is a song about "Red bottoms"

Found dead covered in red

You could say i'm friends with fred

Fuck, your a comedian, im gone, your red

So if i do call it's just a check

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Covered the room in splattered red,

Grow it in my red house

Start beef bigger then your spouse

Red eyes that could hypnotize

Hop in and let me test drive

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

Color your eyes alveolar red

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Now your wrists are covered in red