This is a song about "Ghost killer"

You,niggas are like ghost with you

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

And my regime includes east coast

Kill this faggot dahm then shoot at his ghost

Blasting psychill, poppin' brain killer

Or something that you paid for

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

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

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

He's already lost his pride, he'll turn white like a ghost

Ghost in the hook so real

To what we doing here

I think there's a ghost

Guess i’m different than most