This is a song about "Red hit chilli peppers"

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

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Covered the room in splattered red,

And please never disrespect my set

Grow it in my red house

Heystop running your mouth

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

Fuck, your a comedian, im gone, your red

That's boa, see that's my set

Skies are black, clouds are red

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

Youre probably so embarrased that youre tomato red

Life's tryin to lap you

And pissing red, white, and blue

Pawning my chain in the shop

I though i was red hot