This is a song about "Red ridding hood"

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

I got the hood behind me

You could say i'm friends with fred

Skies are black, clouds are red

Color your eyes alveolar red

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Better than your bitch would

I don't live in the hood

All you might see is blood red

Cutting me this worthless check

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

Covered the room in splattered red,

Kushed up and my eye red

That's boa, see that's my set

Watch your body turn indian red,

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head