This is a song about "Red trousers"

I respect that you don't know yet

Fuck that whore till her pussy turned red

Sunroof flow so over your head

Found dead covered in red

My crewsurvive reincarnation after i’m dead

Before i make your nose rudolph, special red,

And pissing red, white, and blue

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

Fresh peel after intersecting slides your glistening red

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

So if i do call it's just a check

Ill say pussy red instead

Watch your body turn indian red,

Is not far from white girls with big bread

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Don't we all struggle, work hard, don't we bleed red?