This is a song about "Red blood cell"

You already know you're dead

Skies are black, clouds are red

Don’t let anger bleed blood red skies

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

Left to fester in a prison cell

Imitated out-of-toners wasn't going well

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

And people don’t care if they’re locked up in a prison cell,

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

I know i'm forcing myself to escape my cell

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

There is no where you can run your in the cell

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

Covered the room in splattered red,

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head