This is a song about "Red blood cell"

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

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

Skies are black, clouds are red

Finding more light to shed

Don’t let anger bleed blood red skies

They getting nice, they got some ice

Zoned out face in a cell phone - imprisoned

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

I know i'm forcing myself to escape my cell

I'm like the man on mars; i'm high as hell

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

In a red bugatti, lookin' like i claim blood

My wrists run red with blood splattered on the bed.

Your friends say, why we not together yet