This is a song about "Red lipstick"

Skies are black, clouds are red

God bless the dead

You could say i'm friends with fred

She wants to dye her hair red?

And pissing red, white, and blue

Why we gotta argue

Grow it in my red house

Start beef bigger then your spouse

Her lipstick smell, her pussy look pierced

My shit was submarine like, under ship

All you might see is blood red

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Fresh peel after intersecting slides your glistening red