This is a song about "Ghost followers"

Scarin rappers like i was mixed with a wicked ghost

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

I've lost this game and it's haunting me like a ghost

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

The race war, when it's us against all of them

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

They forgot about the fourth coast

Kill this faggot dahm then shoot at his ghost

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

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

I need to beat

I'm a ghost, white as sheet

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Was a ghost at the most, broke

When i'm on it, on it like my job