This is a song about "Red house"

600 benz, house six hundred grand

Just lay back, get your face slapped

My god come before this bread

Skies are black, clouds are red

Is not far from white girls with big bread

She wants to dye her hair red?

Watch your body turn indian red,

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Alright i'm at the house.

Start beef bigger then your spouse

All you might see is blood red

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Than other people do in their entire house

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

Youre probably so embarrased that youre tomato red