This is a song about "A ghost in my heart"

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

My mom bless, her heart was in a better place.

Gun to my waist heart beating like im in a mutha fuckin chase

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

Hopin' when this bread get here

Ghost in the hook so real

Placed in my heart- a relapse,

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

I think there's a ghost

The truth shall be told

I used to have a nine to five

My heart races a million miles

Could you tell me where to go? i need direction

I'll just be a fuckin ghost stuck in this beat i'm locked in

And bitch you knew you had my heart in a fuckin cage

See, welcome to fame where most of us is gon' change