This is a song about "Red hot chili peppers"

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

Youre probably so embarrased that youre tomato red

My voice make her wet

Skies are black, clouds are red

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Watch your body turn indian red,

Fresh peel after intersecting slides your glistening red

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

Kick back and know yo son set

Ill say pussy red instead

Covered the room in splattered red,

Your heart was false just like the words you said

I get my cake; i love hip hop

In the limelight being red hot