This is a song about "Creepy pasta"

While i got the tricks, you get the creeps, heaps and heaps of creepy freaks.

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

Im lurkin in the shadows waitin for him like a creepy old guy with a staple gun

Gonna be nice creepy, halloween is right around,

Yeahi tell my niggas pick the target out

There's 2 streets creepy but too keen

Caged, and the wonder is seen