This is a song about "Ghost followers"

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

Put me somewhere my 3rd eye all scared but i feel like its been open since

Demonic followers sitting in a circle of candles in every sessions

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

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

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Scarin rappers like i was mixed with a wicked ghost

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

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

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

Hoes i need a condom for my toast

Ghost in the hook so real

Yellow diamonds in my ear

Been running around trying find a job

Was a ghost at the most, broke