This is a song about "Red hits"

My side is all riders and your side dont buy tickets

What did you expect, all i do is make hits

Sunroof flow so over your head

Covered the room in splattered red,

Kick back and know yo son set

Skies are black, clouds are red

And then i saw the red,

That's boa, see that's my set

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

When i get older imma be makin the biggest hits

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

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

Ya can't stand it when someone talks shit about ya marijuana hits.

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots