This is a song about "Carving pumpkins"

You with your pot o' gold while i carving different cultures

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

Carving out a path was a hardship for the traveler,

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

Im carving a cavity callously in mcs that manfully stand to me-with peace n love

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

On halloween day we didnt even have no pumpkins

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

I remember carving each number of victims i killed on my arm

And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck

Im carving the cavity in mcs that manfully stand to me, but ill beat them up

Let them come we’re the ones carving history,

Got the seven on me like vick jersey

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Full clips of ammunition on you pumpkins