This is a song about "Red cups"

She don’t give her nigga head

And then i saw the red,

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

And drinking cheap beer with no buzz, out of old cups

All you might see is blood red

And please never disrespect my set

Now your wrists are covered in red

Im trying to see her in bed

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head

Whats marijuana? my fuckin eyes are never red

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Youre probably so embarrased that youre tomato red

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Covered the room in splattered red,

Where you welcome to problems

Packing blunts, sipping lean in sty cups