This is a song about "Red hot chili peppers"

In the limelight being red hot

They burn on every block

I though i was red hot

Like a fiend off the best rock

Living if she is or not

Im so cold but my rhymes are red hot

That's boa, see that's my set

Now your wrists are covered in red

Youre probably so embarrased that youre tomato red

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

She wants to dye her hair red?

My god come before this bread

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

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Paradox wont stop the rivers running red

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead