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

Looks like your just saw a ghost indeed

She too bad to pass, so fine i'm gon' speak

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

In a place where race and class defines your past,

Cause life's a tasktrying to earn some cash without that burning mass and still i ask

I go through each day like it's my last, i've done wrong but that's in my past.

That is i cant go past a mirror without lookin in it

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

Hiding behind a sheet like i ghost wrote

Is a space that now you hold

They would have thought you saw a ghost

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank

And that you should beware of a girl with my past.

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

I give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion