This is a song about "Ghost"

I got rich from a little struggle

I’m no ghost, but i feel invisible

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

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

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

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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Ghost-writers help you rhyme that's what lying discovers

Hand to hand in the cold

I think there's a ghost

Know it's right, supposed to fight, i boast, too ghost to write,

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

Looks like your just saw a ghost indeed

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

They would have thought you saw a ghost