This is a song about "Too red to think"

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

And you think there's no way this can happen to you too/

The pain still clinging to his broken frame, neck red and inflamed,

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

Trying to avoid the g's throwin up the red or blue

And they'll make you think it's suitable too,

Sabotage, sabotage, i love you

Some people are just too hard to diss. i tried, but i don't think my first two lines

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

Think that i put too much on my tray.

As: other plans got in the way

But now its too late and i think ive let her go

Just the model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow

Tellin me not to think about it too much

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage