This is a song about "Red october"

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Now your wrists are covered in red

All you might see is blood red

Give us this day, our daily bread

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Kushed up and my eye red

Fresh peel after intersecting slides your glistening red

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Skies are black, clouds are red

One day a bed

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

Fuck, your a comedian, im gone, your red

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck