This is a song about "Ghost writer"

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

A writer, producer, actor, rapper, an emcee

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

And when the game tests you a true writer plays

Like a ghost you come and go

Maybe we just need to slow

I'm a ghost, white as sheet

I’m way harder than the concrete

Looks like your just saw a ghost indeed

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

I can freestyle any time and i'm a quick writer

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

I'm a first class writer,