This is a song about "Red death"

Skies are black, clouds are red

If your man want to bet

Fuck that whore till her pussy turned red

Is not far from white girls with big bread

What you getting is death

Dc has never seen such progress

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

Covered the room in splattered red,

You could say i'm friends with fred

Ill say pussy red instead

Grow older, closer to death.

Spending her time with him i guess

Yes sir, please confess

All i want now, is death

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

I see colors of red, mothers n' brothers are plunging to death