This is a song about "Ghost writer"

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

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

I don't know defeat

I'm a ghost, white as sheet

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Looks like your just saw a ghost indeed

And i drop top off in a hot cold

#right #see, #i'm #pisces, so i'll #march till i'm #ghost,

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

Its youngmigokidd on this fuckin beat hit that gas call it ghost

And my regime includes east coast

They would have thought you saw a ghost

A struggling writer, who's can't be shit as a rhymer/

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

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

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold