This is a song about "Red shirts"

Fuck, your a comedian, im gone, your red

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

They smoke black and wear black hats, with red shirts,

Whole time, a little more girls

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Ill say pussy red instead

Kick back and know yo son set

Watch your body turn indian red,

So if i do call it's just a check

Covered the room in splattered red,

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Paradox wont stop the rivers running red

Youre probably so embarrased that youre tomato red

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

Fuck that whore till her pussy turned red

I respect that you don't know yet