This is a song about "Red hit chilli peppers"

Pick one, peter piper. and pick a peck of pickled peppers.

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Your heart was false just like the words you said

Watch your body turn indian red,

And pissing red, white, and blue

Would have came back for you

Ain't finna peak yet

Skies are black, clouds are red

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

Red eyes that could hypnotize

Fuck, your a comedian, im gone, your red

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

Covered the room in splattered red,

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Kushed up and my eye red