This is a song about "Carving pumpkins"

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

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

On halloween day we didnt even have no pumpkins

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Let them come we’re the ones carving history,

Cause i ain't worriedeyes blurry

Carving out a path was a hardship for the traveler,

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

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

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

Full clips of ammunition on you pumpkins

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

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

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