This is a song about "Ghosts"

Scared shitless, i ran towards the ghosts, going white as teeth

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

Letters of ghosts written to better invoke redder than hulk ready in bulk

I give you that massage, good hygiene is required i don't want no dirty junk

You’re on neon lights in my bank

Seeing ghosts from the past

Now i see the ghosts of my past they're white

Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right

These ghosts appeared and they look like they wanna smash my face

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

So now you can mourn for your fam while im back home playing cod ghosts all day,