This is a song about "Red dir"

Give us this day, our daily bread

And then i saw the red,

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

When i see the sheets i just see they blood red,

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Now your wrists are covered in red

Kick back and know yo son set

She wants to dye her hair red?

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Before i make your nose rudolph, special red,

Fuck, your a comedian, im gone, your red

I don't want you to have my permit yet

Ain't finna peak yet

All you might see is blood red

My garage full of cars that bounce

Grow it in my red house