This is a song about "Red ferrari"

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

And pissing red, white, and blue

Now your wrists are covered in red

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

Watch your body turn indian red,

Get the r. kelly tape and see how we piss on you

Glaring at that guy that ferrari belongs to/

My god come before this bread

Found dead covered in red

Skies are black, clouds are red

Cutting me this worthless check

Fuck, your a comedian, im gone, your red

A clever idea to take something they said

Paradox wont stop the rivers running red

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said