This is a song about "Red top"

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

Red eyes that could hypnotize

She wants to dye her hair red?

Sunroof flow so over your head

Like sally mae on college debt

Now your wrists are covered in red

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

Whats marijuana? my fuckin eyes are never red

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

But everyone knows i'm on top like a red light.

See i'm comin for your top

I’m the king of rock