This is a song about "Red flannel shirts"

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

They don't have the guts to spit the rhymes,tearing my shirts has got their lines,

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

Red eyes that could hypnotize

Fresh peel after intersecting slides your glistening red

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

He say, she say, oh my god

I though i was red hot

Finding more light to shed

Skies are black, clouds are red

Youre probably so embarrased that youre tomato red

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

And then i saw the red,

I respect that you don't know yet

And please never disrespect my set

Ill say pussy red instead