This is a song about "Ghost squad shooting games"

Ya i'm ghost, know i'm lost

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

Let me call that hotel

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

It seems to remind me of a scene like this

Shooting down moms and wives

Wale they call me tiger stripes

Im going on a shooting spree

Look it something they can't ever see

And i ain't got what it takes

Dont wanna play no mind games