This is a song about "Halloween diss"

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

He probably studies all my lines while he's writin a diss

Lookin’ at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost

Be the next bloody dude on the halloween catalog

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens

On halloween day we didnt even have no pumpkins

Because this record is only to diss

I'm ballin you niggas is arliss so watch this

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

Cigarettes when i'm finished, it's rigorous, to win this meager diss

She gon get the mils for this

Spit a poem or a diss

Don't fuck around and make it true

I dont try to diss you

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

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats