This is a song about "Ghost squad shooting games"

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

Fire reds and flu games

And i ain't got what it takes

Im going on a shooting spree

And its simple as that baby

Lets come up to my city

The squad on lock no key

My squad is who i get it wit

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

Amen, they say you only live once

I'm a ghost, white as sheet

Indubitably i'm too street