This is a song about "Pizza costume"

With pop tunes that costume our doomed slewed truths

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

So go get yo costume and get ready for trick or treat

But i never got into this costume

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

I'd like to treat you to a faygo and a slice of pizza

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa

You had a new clear heart. guess i was hiroshima

Cannibal who's munchin on you're legs, like some jet's pizza

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

I picture a happy day at the pizza shop

Come over here, he's blastin' rap music, eatin' pizza,

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

Then i remembered the flashlight in my costume