This is a song about "Blood red hair"

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair

Watch the gore spread more and more, till the blood runs red down ya left leg

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

You already know you're dead

Skies are black, clouds are red

Please show love, make way for the bad girls club

In a red bugatti, lookin' like i claim blood

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Don’t let anger bleed blood red skies

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Turtle dicks comb my hair

Throw your money in the air

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

Please, just peep the crystal method where