This is a song about "Ghost gang"

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

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

Hiding behind a sheet like i ghost wrote

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

Driving around like gang bang gang gunner

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Cause i ain't mad at cha

Wolf gang we ain't barking, nah

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

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

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

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Fly bitch gang we did that

Whether teddy or pat

Fifth wheel on the back just hang

Fitting ya without ma gang