This is a song about "Blood red hair"

Watch your body turn indian red,

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Hit man? shit man, i could look down the cross hair

Covered the room in splattered red,

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

Don't you leave a seed in there

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

She wants to dye her hair red?

My wrists run red with blood splattered on the bed.

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

Skies are black, clouds are red

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

They tryin to say that i don't care

He'd rather come his hair.