This is a song about "Ghost squad shooting games"

Amen, they say you only live once

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

I think there's a ghost

All this paper i fold

Shooting down moms and wives

Rollin' down the four o five

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Shit then im ghost like casper/

Now of days people will be shooting,

But he don't rule a thing

A shooting range with bullet limits

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Leave your whole squad of corny vocalists hopeless

Bet i'm heavy with that

Ya whole squad like "ooh shit!"