This is a song about "Red hits"

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

Watch your body turn indian red,

And then i saw the red,

Im trying to see her in bed

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

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

These joints here not found at the mall

Finally it hits night fall

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

Time to pretend shit all i do is drop hits

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Cdg shit match my kicks

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Now i dismiss all the pain from the hits/

Color your eyes alveolar red

Their buzz internet and mines in her net