This is a song about "Red tray"

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Kushed up and my eye red

Fuck, your a comedian, im gone, your red

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

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

Skies are black, clouds are red

Woo-hah, got you all in check

I though i was red hot

We popping bottles, it don't stop

Take this dick while i'm swallow moscato got her freaky, hey

I still remember the moment, at lunch time when you spilled my tray

And i didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday

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

Youre probably so embarrased that youre tomato red

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead