This is a song about "Ghost writing"

Like a ghost you come and go

Wale dc said we on joe

But for long time i had gone cold

Kill this faggot dahm then shoot at his ghost

Unless your 'skin's winning, then i do it just to fucking boast

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

Here nigga on the road

Was a ghost at the most, broke

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

Scarin rappers like i was mixed with a wicked ghost

Instead of writing a rap, writing an essay

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

And then i started writing,

Money ain't a thing

Keeping you scared you'll be pale and white as a ghost.

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold