This is a song about "Red label"

Covered the room in splattered red,

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Them bitches label me a beast,

Truthfully, some eye at least

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Put the haters on a table, i dont need a fucking label/

They are signed in a label,

Standin on a table

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

Isn't it ironic when i label 21st century songs vomit,

But me and my brother never made it out school

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Watch your body turn indian red,

Lemonhead end up dead

Skies are black, clouds are red