This is a song about "Red flannel shirts"

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Now your wrists are covered in red

Kushed up and my eye red

I respect that you don't know yet

In 2 to 6 hours

Grow it in my red house

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead

Paradox wont stop the rivers running red

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

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

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

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

Watch your body turn indian red,

Fresh peel after intersecting slides your glistening red

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet