This is a song about "Zoey the short red head"

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

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

Voices in my head ordering me to shed red

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

Covered the room in splattered red,

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

I promise ta swarm like the short horned locust

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Ignite the bomb short fuse,

No dirt weed, give me purp with no seeds, please aboard

The afrocentric rappers who knew life is too short,

Couple broads wanna fuck, they should stay the night

Driving down the insterstate see a red light,

When i see the sheets i just see they blood red,

Finished mean done, and done mean dead