This is a song about "Red rockets"

Sit back and watch your sunrise

Red eyes that could hypnotize

Paradox wont stop the rivers running red

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

Youre probably so embarrased that youre tomato red

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

Color your eyes alveolar red

Dreams riding him on rockets shit in his locket of rhymes from his pocket

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

She wants to dye her hair red?

Finding more light to shed

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

In the limelight being red hot