This is a song about "Red october"

August and september, and by the start of october

Never will you survive if you ever rhyme for a poser

Wait, you wanna fuckin' drown? go ahead

Fuck that whore till her pussy turned red

Paradox wont stop the rivers running red

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

Fuck that job been around that block

I though i was red hot

Fuck, your a comedian, im gone, your red

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

Covered the room in splattered red,

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Skies are black, clouds are red

Like sally mae on college debt

Now your wrists are covered in red

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed