This is a song about "Ghost followers"

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Ya i'm ghost, know i'm lost

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

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

Hard to move on when you always regret one

For leaders and followers to uparm their vision

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

I'm a ghost, white as sheet

Nightmare on any street

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

I think there's a ghost

Im an assasin when im rappin i got some murderous intentions

Demonic followers sitting in a circle of candles in every sessions

I’m no ghost, but i feel invisible

Got to the end of the tunnel