This is a song about "Ghost writter"

Ya i'm ghost, know i'm lost

Competition on the court

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

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

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

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

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

With keen flows.i'm known to rip rhymes you see letters floating in the air like ghost.

Scarin rappers like i was mixed with a wicked ghost

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

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

After every show, a dream she hold

Hiding behind a sheet like i ghost wrote

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

Kill this faggot dahm then shoot at his ghost

And my regime includes east coast