This is a song about "Ghost squad"

Bitches aint ya squad they point a gun right back at you

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

Hiding behind a sheet like i ghost wrote

When i'm on it, on it like my job

We'll meet back and regroup

The squad with us, no troop

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

Like a ghost you come and go

I'd done stacked many

The squad on lock no key

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

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

Ya i'm ghost, know i'm lost

Tell me anything you want

I think there's a ghost

All this paper i fold