This is a song about "Red bull"

Well, i can handle that

But all yo get is bull crap

Covered the room in splattered red,

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

I deal with bull with the sheet,

I don't know defeat

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

All this bull shit aint gonna stop me from chasing dreams

And then i saw the red,

One day a bed

Ignorance is bless? shit about the fact that's all bull shit.

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

Now you've had a glimpse inside the ill mind of dan bull

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure