This is a song about "Ghost followers"

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

Looks like your just saw a ghost indeed

Silly bitches gon' follow

Like a ghost you come and go

He's already lost his pride, he'll turn white like a ghost

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

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

We forever be real, we'll never fold

You,niggas are like ghost with you

My home girl told me i got an issue

Hiding behind a sheet like i ghost wrote

To soho, baby milo so dope