This is a song about "Ghost squad shots fired"

I think there's a ghost

Black woman you cold

She's cute but her forehead's big

Donald trump, i sigh, your fired quick

The squad with us, no troop

We'll meet back and regroup

Like a ghost you come and go

Bad bitches never loved them though

Ghost in the hook so real

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

Shot fired from the shot tower/

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Fired up first, you struggling incapable of hustling

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king