This is a song about "Ghost gang"

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Hiding behind a sheet like i ghost wrote

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

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

Gang banging with bloods and crips

When you spill out hits

Shit then im ghost like casper/

Hold up, loud packs like i got cancer

Sometimes i think, what i need

I'm a ghost, white as sheet

Ain't tryin to fight no war against my brother

Driving around like gang bang gang gunner

Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam

But never once in a gang

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

Like a ghost you come and go