This is a song about "Red tray"

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Fresh peel after intersecting slides your glistening red

Before i make your nose rudolph, special red,

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

Its obvious i'm hot, your daughters in my ash tray

Night i need that she comin here right away

Just like this kush grade-a, and matching rolling tray

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Jumped on ma tray and lay ,i eat carrots every day, storing millions in ma cache

Kick back and know yo son set

Kushed up and my eye red

Fuck, your a comedian, im gone, your red

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

He’s comin', that's what these hoes say

Using solo cups as an ash tray