This is a song about "Dan swaby"

In that aston martin on these niggas, game time

Dan ghostt always on his grind, when i rhyme,

Dan ghostt, i'm back with no trace,

And i just love your flashy ways

Now they fallin off like nutso on above the rim

Dan ghostt with the heavenly forces that wraparound him.

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

Now you've had a glimpse inside the ill mind of dan bull

Like it was a pass from dan marino

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

Shit done changed since the wop and the running man

Run to the forest like lieutenant dan,