This is a song about "Cod ghosts"

Haunts us like ghosts, 'till they come back to the old,

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

They are probably palying cod

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

Letters of ghosts written to better invoke redder than hulk ready in bulk

But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

One of the ghosts lunged with speed and went inside of me

Scared shitless, i ran towards the ghosts, going white as teeth

I take em out their misery, make it harder to breathe

They could never understand

Seeing ghosts from the past

Never felt better chillin with buds on ghosts with a vector shooting thugs

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

You light-years behind here

Ghosts in the hook so damn real