This is a song about "Zoey the short red headed emo"

He say, she say, oh my god

In the limelight being red hot

I really love my miami crew

Short-term, long-term, nothing was the same, you

If your man want to bet

Covered the room in splattered red,

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

The afrocentric rappers who knew life is too short,

Paradox wont stop the rivers running red

Your friends say, why we not together yet

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Get back to the short bus, before something happen

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Like the red you use to dye

I promise ta swarm like the short horned locust

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist