This is a song about "Red button"

Give us this day, our daily bread

Watch your body turn indian red,

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Notation of a mathematical dilation. push, provoke the big red round button

Found dead covered in red

That's boa, see that's my set

Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride, can i come inside

Constantly mashing the 'generate verse' button to try and find something right

The dudes with the q's be proper

Got a button down shirt, pop a collar

Cause i've been doing this since pooh fucked christopher robinson

Getting these bitches from one push of a button

Your friends say, why we not together yet

Now your wrists are covered in red

Like a church in debt

And then i saw the red,