This is a song about "Ghost stories"

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Street poets fantasizing, but i'm here to tell you stories,

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Stories we were told as kids

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Street poets fantasizing, but i'm here to tell you stories,

Cee said, oaknair finna be here

Ghost in the hook so real

Keeping you scared you'll be pale and white as a ghost.

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Or relieves from the broken hearted stories

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

Like a ghost you come and go

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Scarin rappers like i was mixed with a wicked ghost