This is a song about "Red z and black death"

And bunch of other felonies from a to z like spelling bees

That's right, heheheyo, i heard you got beat up by the police

The villian’s back and venom black

Where the black girls get their weaves back

What preceded was the clue

And pissing red, white, and blue

You already know you're dead

And then i saw the red,

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Blast tracks in class, em, nas, and jay z

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Jay-z, beyonce, and me, i'm one to three

God mc oh my god you gotta see

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Now your black vest has gone red from a stabbed chest