This is a song about "A ghost"

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

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

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

I have no respect for a ghost, you can battle and back talk,

I know you just doing your job

Was a ghost at the most, broke

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

You’re a invicible ghost, can’t even hear the stereo,

He's already lost his pride, he'll turn white like a ghost

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Like a ghost you come and go

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Lead the way, got ghost to pop a slug

Scarin rappers like i was mixed with a wicked ghost

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold