This is a song about "Red jordans"

And then i saw the red,

Kick back and know yo son set

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

Before i make your nose rudolph, special red,

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Whats marijuana? my fuckin eyes are never red

In the limelight being red hot

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Covered the room in splattered red,

Like a church in debt

Skies are black, clouds are red

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

Watch your body turn indian red,

But still i'll probably be judged for not ownin' some jordans,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since