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

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

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

The revolution will proceed

I'm a ghost, white as sheet

Sometimes i think, what i need

Looks like your just saw a ghost indeed

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Keeping you scared you'll be pale and white as a ghost.

In a place where race and class defines your past,

K'naan and wale got money in the bank

They would have thought you saw a ghost

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

My past experiences, the last appearing in poems

Like a ghost you come and go

It ain't nothing though