This is a song about "Red hot chili peppers"

Skies are black, clouds are red

Kick back and know yo son set

And then i saw the red,

Finding more light to shed

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

Youre probably so embarrased that youre tomato red

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

Before i make your nose rudolph, special red,

You know i am not gon stop

In the limelight being red hot

Im so cold but my rhymes are red hot

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

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

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Covered the room in splattered red,

And please never disrespect my set