This is a song about "Red tie winn"

Trevor winn, despite my past, i feel on site/

Cause everythang gonna be alright

Skies are black, clouds are red

Give us this day, our daily bread

Covered the room in splattered red,

I don't want you to have my permit yet

I fly fuck a nine to five never wear a tie

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

Hard to tie this rope round

I just might throw a big amount

Yo we get the dank and bounce

Tie you up and gag your damn mouth

But not tie because i'm not corporate.

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Will this rope tie to the boat, i’m rowing