This is a song about "Halloween diss"

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Eat 'em like halloween candy when i lay down and relax

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

You were still ducking running hiding from my previous diss

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

I’m better stacked that you never diss

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

Because this record is only to diss

Or know them testament verses

Spit a poem or a diss

Wish to stop ma future from being a halloween

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

You cant even write a good diss?

Pop, pop bottles on all these bitches

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

Gonna be nice creepy, halloween is right around,