This is a song about "Ghost handjobs"

Ghost and obnoxious youth, pimps, dealers, thieves,

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

Ya i'm ghost, know i'm lost

For this, i thank the lord

And word i blew off herb i grew

You,niggas are like ghost with you

Shit then im ghost like casper/

I said i'm hurting her

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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

You’re a invicible ghost, can’t even hear the stereo,

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

I’m no ghost, but i feel invisible

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

And there ain't been no buster, prepared for you suckers

Ghost-writers help you rhyme that's what lying discovers