This is a song about "Getting lost on halloween"

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Now im getting them on

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

If his girl insist on getting sick

Lost men on front lines, crossed by unjust crimes.

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Focus on getting educated, not gang affiliated,

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Tricker treat.. trigger threat knock on your doors like its halloween/

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Just getting stoned on my fukn bed

Little light in the ass

40 on my face, getting cash