This is a song about "Red mist"

Holla out my set

Found dead covered in red

Narcissist, that cant see through the mist

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

Dip, go! tip toe into the mist, slow..

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

As we arise from the mist, my conditions not right

Color your eyes alveolar red

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Hidden in the mist, readin pac like the bible

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

And then i saw the red,

You already know you're dead

Like sally mae on college debt

Watch your body turn indian red,