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

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

There's people goin hungry, see some runnin for the dope and gin

You never play with young boys cause they never private

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

My squad full of g's and l's, like bus schedule

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour

Ya whole squad like "ooh shit!"

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Ghost and obnoxious youth, pimps, dealers, thieves,

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Runnin' up all the streets and bogs

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Everything i do exotic i don't need to bring a broad

I have no respect for a ghost, you can battle and back talk,

Entrance no charge cause we late to the club

Tears runnin' down her face and her make up