This is a song about "Cod ghosts"

But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different

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

How can monsters and demons and ghosts and shit scare me

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

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

Landed on my ass not even touching the ghosts skin

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

'cause weavin' facades is as easy as lobs of feed to the cod

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

Through the walls these ghosts drown

I drive that all around