This is a song about "Red hood"

One day a bed

Found dead covered in red

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

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

Color your eyes alveolar red

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

Whats marijuana? my fuckin eyes are never red

We was loonie i suppose, you could

I send my niggas through your hood

I don't live in the hood

Better than your bitch would

Fresh peel after intersecting slides your glistening red

That whatever it creates it will land in the head