This is a song about "Red label"

They are signed in a label,

Ha, that make it hard to be faithful

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy

And a way to go from your label everyday looking boy

No longer with us; he's deceased

Them bitches label me a beast,

You could say i'm friends with fred

Skies are black, clouds are red

And a "way to go" from your label every day looking boy

Posing as a humanoid with soy who challenge in coy

But some label me as a satirical liar

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Nobody ain't own us yet

Covered the room in splattered red,

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Kushed up and my eye red