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

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

(i know it's short but the class planned a cipher

I drink a red bull to get a red wing, flow tight make the dead sing

Truthfully don't do much, but with you trying do something

I love the way you walk

In the limelight being red hot

But not the rest, remember that rap was too short,

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

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

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

Covered the room in splattered red,

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

Get back to the short bus, before something happen

If u ain't gunna vote for me you probably ride the short buss to school

So now he sacrificed his adolesence turned his image to a ghoul