This is a song about "You will get covered alive in gasoline"

Covered the room in splattered red,

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

My bullet will get stuck in your mouth

Covered the room in splattered red,

Lemonhead end up dead

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Or else they will sit and get covered in mold

You run i chase ends in a blood covered face

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Drown you alive in wet cement

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Now your wrists are covered in red

That's boa, see that's my set

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

You will do anything to get in the driving seat