This is a song about "Red dreams"

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Covered the room in splattered red,

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

No responsibilities only focused on my dreams

Warrents fights the strongest through my dreams.

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Cause after all the lights and screams

Taking over all my dreams

Now your wrists are covered in red

Wait, you wanna fuckin' drown? go ahead

So if you wanna leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

I rap supreme no need for dreams

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats