This is a song about "Red october"

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

August and september, and by the start of october

Color your eyes alveolar red

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

Fuck that whore till her pussy turned red

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Paradox wont stop the rivers running red

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

Crows pick up the seeds & sow fellows in october/

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Whats marijuana? my fuckin eyes are never red

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

One day a bed

Found dead covered in red

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Fuck, your a comedian, im gone, your red