This is a song about "Ghost writer"

I got that mass appeal

Ghost in the hook so real

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

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

I think there's a ghost

Hand to hand in the cold

What is hittin' for

Shit then im ghost like casper/

Because i'm the best writer in school,

No david lettermans acting a fool

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Kill this faggot dahm then shoot at his ghost

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

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

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

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold