This is a song about "Get ghost writer"

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

You just a struggling writer that never sold

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Unless your 'skin's winning, then i do it just to fucking boast

Scarin rappers like i was mixed with a wicked ghost

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

I'm a ghost, white as sheet

#right #see, #i'm #pisces, so i'll #march till i'm #ghost,

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Ya i'm ghost, know i'm lost

All you need is your passport

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Activist i'm a fighter i'm a writer

Its youngmigokidd on this fuckin beat hit that gas call it ghost

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold