This is a song about "Ghost squad shooting games"

Leave your inhibitions here

Ghost in the hook so real

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

Dmv they know me well

And i'll be rich if i get another diss

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

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Fire reds and flu games

Blow trees like a hurricane

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Looks like your just saw a ghost indeed

Bitch i'm all you need

I'm a ghost, white as sheet

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Now of days people will be shooting,