This is a song about "Red death"

All you might see is blood red

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

Fuck that whore till her pussy turned red

Sunroof flow so over your head

Im trying to see her in bed

And then i saw the red,

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

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

Now your wrists are covered in red

My god come before this bread

And when i start to rise

Red eyes that could hypnotize

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

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

Give a mic the kiss of death