This is a song about "Ghost in houses"

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

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

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Moving houses for supposed whores

Like a ghost you come and go

My niggas is winning though

I say that the pool is closed

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Hiding behind a sheet like i ghost wrote

They would have thought you saw a ghost

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

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

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

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Flaunted spouses, and haunted houses