This is a song about "Red mist"

Your friends say, why we not together yet

Now your wrists are covered in red

Found dead covered in red

Give us this day, our daily bread

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Beneath the mist, chillin in the hidden valley

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

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

My whole fucking life gone in the mist stripped, the whole time god didnt exist

As we arise from the mist, my conditions not right

And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide

Kushed up and my eye red

Lemonhead end up dead