This is a song about "Red october"

Nobody ain't own us yet

Now your wrists are covered in red

The 1st, the 16th of april, october and 10:55 of december

See i give you my life, to mix it up in a blender

August and september, and by the start of october

Little gate, little fence - i climbed over

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Paradox wont stop the rivers running red

Fuck that whore till her pussy turned red

So if i do call it's just a check

From a kid rock, insane clown posse concert in mid oc-tober

In fact, my hat is in tact with the fubu pull over

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

Watch your body turn indian red,

Fuck reppin red fuck reppin blue,

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh