This is a song about "Red neck"

She all on my skin

Down my neck, stunned, so grim,

Covered the room in splattered red,

You could say i'm friends with fred

He gave 'em the platform

Youll get your fucking neck torn,

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

But i'm tied up, bound by this wall and neck

Color your eyes alveolar red

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

Covered the room in splattered red,

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

Quotas notice how my funky hocus pocus broke his neck...