This is a song about "Red ferrari"

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

Youre probably so embarrased that youre tomato red

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

Fresh peel after intersecting slides your glistening red

Bitches gettin mad when i hit their ferrari

Puffin’ on that garlic, cigar full of marley

Covered the room in splattered red,

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

I though i was red hot

And it don’t stop

Glaring at that guy that ferrari belongs to/

She fly high, high in the sky, ho i can't see you

Ill say pussy red instead

If your man want to bet

All i want is you

And pissing red, white, and blue