This is a song about "Ghost writer"

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

Because i'm the best writer in school,

Its youngmigokidd on this fuckin beat hit that gas call it 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

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

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

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

A writer, producer, actor, rapper, an emcee

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Ghost in the hook so real

You light-years behind here

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Looks like your just saw a ghost indeed