This is a song about "Ghost mob"

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

I think there's a ghost

Redan road, that’s my street

I'm a ghost, white as sheet

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Hold up call it prime time, hold up i'm a mob bomb.

No job, got robbed, by the mob, i sobbed.

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Kill this faggot dahm then shoot at his ghost

I mean of course just the same old

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost

This walkin' time bomb has enough bars to kill a mob

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

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

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold