This is a song about "Red blood cells"

He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis

And you wish your cells were sick like this

Don’t let anger bleed blood red skies

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

To be worrying about my brain cells now. (x2)

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Everytime you come around

I burnt too many brain cells down,

I don't respect no brain cells unless we talkin' that saliva spit

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

But then i find more errors than your cells spell checker

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

My wrists run red with blood splattered on the bed.

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

All you might see is blood red