This is a song about "Red mist"

Watch your body turn indian red,

Sunroof flow so over your head

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

As we arise from the mist, my conditions not right

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

Enter a mist, twist, barrel role and all that shit.

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Before i make your nose rudolph, special red,

And i did the video for really though

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

Covered the room in splattered red,

Probably die getting some head

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

Color your eyes alveolar red