This is a song about "Hatchets and red"

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

The same medicine you fed us and all you're gonna see is red

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

We kick it back and forth, you can call us meth and red,

And your face erased just like red skull.

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Kushed up and my eye red

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

My weapons and red hands express i'm psychotic,

And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold,

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed