This is a song about "Red death"

My god come before this bread

Kushed up and my eye red

Fuck that whore till her pussy turned red

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

Talking to death, you'll never leave your bed with your bullet hole red

Paradox wont stop the rivers running red

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

Fuck, your a comedian, im gone, your red

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

She wants to dye her hair red?

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

Youre probably so embarrased that youre tomato red

Ill say pussy red instead

Holla out my set