This is a song about "Ghost handjobs"

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

Real motherfuckin g's, this one is for you

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

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost

What's the deal with the nets though

Like a ghost you come and go

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

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

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

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

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

Im a ghost cant shake me, no escape the curse hovers

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

Looks like your just saw a ghost indeed

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet