This is a song about "Ghost face"

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Keeping you scared you'll be pale and white as a ghost.

Like a ghost you come and go

Silly bitches gon' follow

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Ghost-writers help you rhyme that's what lying discovers

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

I've mastered the rhyme factors after effacing actors-making artist ghost

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Im a ghost cant shake me, no escape the curse hovers

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

While these fake ignorant niggas are hiring ghost writers,

Cause when i make this stew

You,niggas are like ghost with you

I've lost this game and it's haunting me like a ghost

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold