This is a song about "Ghost"

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

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

African queen got what you need

Looks like your just saw a ghost indeed

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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

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

I refuse to be another being on this earth

While these fake ignorant niggas are hiring ghost writers,

Lead the way, got ghost to pop a slug

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

You’re a invicible ghost, can’t even hear the stereo,

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

Its youngmigokidd on this fuckin beat hit that gas call it ghost