This is a song about "Ghost in houses"

Kill this faggot dahm then shoot at his ghost

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Scarin rappers like i was mixed with a wicked ghost

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

Guess i’m different than most

I think there's a ghost

Many houses vacant,projects been baking,new cliques and crews formed

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Ghost in the hook so real

But this real, fuck how you feel

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Moving houses for supposed whores

Lit your houses on fire and deployed my parachute

See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe

With keen flows.i'm known to rip rhymes you see letters floating in the air like ghost.

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