This is a song about "Red dead"

Watch your body turn indian red,

Im trying to see her in bed

All you might see is blood red

You already know you're dead

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

Youre probably so embarrased that youre tomato red

Color your eyes alveolar red

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Whats marijuana? my fuckin eyes are never red

I drink a red bull to get a red wing, flow tight make the dead sing

No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets just get something

Found dead covered in red

If your man want to bet

Skies are black, clouds are red

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head