This is a song about "Ghost stories"

Stories that truly criticize

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Ghost in the hook so real

If you're not really here

Women front, they get its cold

They would have thought you saw a ghost

He's already lost his pride, he'll turn white like a ghost

I am not no homophobe, good thing i don't read the post

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

Scarin rappers like i was mixed with a wicked ghost

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Or relieves from the broken hearted stories

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

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

I'm tired of rap wars it's time for some stories