This is a song about "Red death"

Before i make your nose rudolph, special red,

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Like a church in debt

All you might see is blood red

Color your eyes alveolar red

Sunroof flow so over your head

Like sally mae on college debt

Now your wrists are covered in red

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

Watch your body turn indian red,

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

I shall but love thee better after death.

Give us this day, our daily bread

Found dead covered in red

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

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet