This is a song about "Red dirt"

Yea i made you feel like dirt

That we picked up at the last concert

I hit you from rewind it'd be hard to move forward

Stuck out my dick and ejaculated on the dirt/

Gotta work - slight work

In the woods outside on the dirt

And then i saw the red,

Nobody ain't own us yet

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

Actual images of enemies in the gardens while i pollute the dirt

Red bottoms with the spike work

When it throws us to the dirt

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

Color your eyes alveolar red

If you think i will you , bitch eat dirt

And i can get em all without lots of effort