This is a song about "Blood red hair"

Don’t let anger bleed blood red skies

I'm everything that they call nice

Right flows down and they might go nice

Don’t let anger bleed blood red skies

That's boa, see that's my set

Kushed up and my eye red

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

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

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

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

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

In a red bugatti, lookin' like i claim blood

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and