This is a song about "Ghost followers"

Get you high, keep it on the low

Like a ghost you come and go

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

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

Girls will love you for your cross they ain't jesus lovers

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

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

Kiss a dick and lick it little slick rick followers, swallow,

And it rules everything around them

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

You,niggas are like ghost with you

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

And if i do go you better come through

So call me pac man cos you're a ghost that's blue

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Lead the way, got ghost to pop a slug