This is a song about "Red cars"

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

And then i saw the red,

She don’t give her nigga head

Skies are black, clouds are red

My god come before this bread

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,