This is a song about "Ghost followers"

Lead the way, got ghost to pop a slug

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

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

The hard, fast dope has a whole lot of coroners

For leaders and followers to uparm their vision

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

The street slang i be speakin in code

Was a ghost at the most, broke

Black woman you cold

I think there's a ghost

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

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

Ya i'm ghost, know i'm lost

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Kill this faggot dahm then shoot at his ghost

We forever be real, we'll never fold