This is a song about "Ghost killer"

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Shit then im ghost like casper/

Kill this faggot dahm then shoot at his ghost

They forgot about the fourth coast

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

They would have thought you saw a ghost

Looks like your just saw a ghost indeed

She too bad to pass, so fine i'm gon' speak

I think there's a ghost

Is a space that now you hold

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

Like a ghost you come and go

Blasting psychill, poppin' brain killer

The only time i flirt with her

Oh what a cold world for a broke nigga--it's bitter

Figures i'm the real figure, the god killer,