This is a song about "Red dreams"

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Fresh peel after intersecting slides your glistening red

Your friends say, why we not together yet

Covered the room in splattered red,

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

I rap supreme no need for dreams

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

Youre probably so embarrased that youre tomato red

He's just living in his dreams

So if you wanna leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

Malcolm x, by any means

And then i saw the red,

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

Watch your body turn indian red,

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead