This is a song about "Red flannel shirts"

I though i was red hot

Bring the keys, oh my god

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

All you might see is blood red

So dunn stay silent

We dont got our shirts scrunched

It's really not an issue

Fuck reppin red fuck reppin blue,

Found dead covered in red

You could say i'm friends with fred

Basically these basic bitches crop shirts til they're not covering

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Fuck that whore till her pussy turned red

Sunroof flow so over your head

Kick back and know yo son set

Now your wrists are covered in red