This is a song about "Ghost mob"

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Got up, voice says look up, surrounded by members of the native mob,

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

Ghost in the hook so real

I dont really shakespeare

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

We in the mob im the don,

I'm a mob by myself/

We can never be friends

Its youngmigokidd on this fuckin beat hit that gas call it ghost

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

You,niggas are like ghost with you

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

Hold up, loud packs like i got cancer

Shit then im ghost like casper/