This is a song about "Ghost squad shots fired"

Now if your feelinqqs are hurt, than your fired

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

Shots fired, get your head down

We ball, that breakdown

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

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

Ghost in the hook so real

You light-years behind here

Walked out the church, then got a call that my homie was murdered

These are soilder lyrics, each puchline i have shot's fired

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Ever since i got fired from kmart!

Summertime in the city

The squad on lock no key

Ya i'm ghost, know i'm lost

Tell me anything you want