This is a song about "October revolution"

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Crows pick up the seeds & sow fellows in october/

Then take over the world and start a revolution,

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

I kill more than the french revolution witch was like off with his head and his and his and his

Politicians to stand and fight, making accusations to inferior races,

August and september, and by the start of october

Beat is my whore get get up on it like a boner

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Malcolm x, huey newton, revolution, they stare,

Make a world revolution

And they all mint condition

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Fuck what i say lets shoot this bitch up like it's the french revolution!/

Those october days, we'd explore the fields of wonder

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her