This is a song about "Ghost in houses"

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

Hiding behind a sheet like i ghost wrote

Dopeboyz hatin' but them faggots is a lotta talk

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

Moving houses for supposed whores

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Lit your houses on fire and deployed my parachute

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

Flaunted spouses, and haunted houses

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

Scarin rappers like i was mixed with a wicked ghost

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

I think there's a ghost

Is a space that now you hold

Shit then im ghost like casper/

I think it excited her