This is a song about "Red robin"

I though i was red hot

Only real niggas stay on top

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

The false bravado of a ghetto robin from the hood its classic

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

She wants to dye her hair red?

Lemonhead end up dead

And then i saw the red,

I respect that you don't know yet

Watch your body turn indian red,

Your lines are all slurred bitch, fly as a robin bird bitch

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

Covered the room in splattered red,

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

Fuck reppin red fuck reppin blue,

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo