This is a song about "Red mist"

Starting to imagine that i am seeing mist

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

I don't want you to have my permit yet

Now your wrists are covered in red

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

Your heart was false just like the words you said

Covered the room in splattered red,

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

Looking like ya shit you britches in a heavy rap of mist

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

Fuck that whore till her pussy turned red

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Hidden in the mist, readin pac like the bible

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

See, it's something about commitment though