This is a song about "Ghost squad quick scope"

Ya whole squad like "ooh shit!"

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

They would have thought you saw a ghost

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

I was on my sway shit

My squad is who i get it wit

#right #see, #i'm #pisces, so i'll #march till i'm #ghost,

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

I'm a ghost, white as sheet

We can't catch the beat

With a lyrical scope

I fucking hate this job

Now i’m killing these shows, i just deliver the hope

The funeral for hip-hop, i'm aiming down the sniper scope,

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

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