This is a song about "Red hits"

Now i dismiss all the pain from the hits/

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Watch your body turn indian red,

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

Kushed up and my eye red

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Marijuana hits, weed rap classic

You gone make me flip then split your shit

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Put the haters in vein choking like smoker hits,

Fakers get used to shootin targets, soon as the dark hits

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

While jeffy-d hits the bong

Full of shit, like i ate that john