This is a song about "Ghost mob"

Just let it chill joe

Like a ghost you come and go

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Kill this faggot dahm then shoot at his ghost

I've lost this game and it's haunting me like a ghost

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

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

After every show, a dream she hold

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

Since i was left with no hope

Was a ghost at the most, broke

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

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

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

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark