This is a song about "Ghost squad"

Please boo what's your size crazy

The squad on lock no key

Hiding behind a sheet like i ghost wrote

Motherfucker this is forever dope

Bitches aint ya squad they point a gun right back at you

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

I think there's a ghost

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

I've lost this game and it's haunting me like a ghost

Ya whole squad like "ooh shit!"

Bet i'm heavy with that

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

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

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

Shit then im ghost like casper/