This is a song about "Redheads are cute"

And could i be a star

Blessed to be who they are

My god come before this bread

Skies are black, clouds are red

When you know that you are

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

This girl at seven eleven is fucken cute

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

I will beat you red,cos your cute rhymes are killing me

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

She think she cute she think she classy but straight up that girl is nasty.

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree