This is a song about "Where the red fern grows"

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

When the lights are out she says, i am bathed in red,

As i spit the flame grows higher and higher,

Got a little kick, but it ain't no tire

Covered the room in splattered red,

You already know you're dead

And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold,

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Must be the sickness that grows inside cancer patients,

The only way that he relates is that i'm seeing red

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

The color was so vivid and the red was solid.