This is a song about "Ghost hands"

Scarin rappers like i was mixed with a wicked ghost

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Its youngmigokidd on this fuckin beat hit that gas call it ghost

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Ya i'm ghost, know i'm lost

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Kill this faggot dahm then shoot at his ghost

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

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

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

And my regime includes east coast

They would have thought you saw a ghost

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

Imagine life in a maniacs hands,

Not even my favorite rapper

Shit then im ghost like casper/