This is a song about "Ghost handjobs"

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

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

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

Kill this faggot dahm then shoot at his ghost

I've mastered the rhyme factors after effacing actors-making artist ghost

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

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

And if i do go you better come through

Looks like your just saw a ghost indeed

If you don't know, maybach is the clique

Where rules get followed

Was a ghost at the most, broke

Like a ghost you come and go

Get rough with me, that night flow

Fucked your broad cause my game tight, sit ringside at the main fight

Know it's right, supposed to fight, i boast, too ghost to write,