This is a song about "Ready or not"

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

I'm a motherfucking beast see me in your sleep

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

Well you think we're not ready but we're ready for that

Grandpa or grandma, not my auntie or my favorite cousin

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Shout out them strippers who hustle

Ready to rumble, shout not mumble,

Trying to get me hammered, or what not

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

We dig the plot and never bury pot

Are they listening paying attention or not

Youre not ready,still casting your bullets

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips