This is a song about "Ghost squad runnin and gunnin"

Ghost and obnoxious youth, pimps, dealers, thieves,

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

845 brick squad on the track/

That moschino shit is so back

Unless your 'skin's winning, then i do it just to fucking boast

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

Runnin', runnin' from the same cops

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Runnin' up all the streets and bogs

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

And runnin' with specific crews, turnin' blue? shit's a clue

I master vandalism and my louie v's sprouse shit

No respect for a ghost, best of the flows, squeeze and pull it,

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Runnin', runnin' from the same cops