This is a song about "Ghosts"

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

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

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

Haunts us like ghosts, 'till they come back to the old,

Landed on my ass not even touching the ghosts skin

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

Seeing ghosts from the past

Miami nights, made a couple grand

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

But in the midst of all this anger and this angstnever once did you heard me say

And bijies like im out and

Seeing ghosts from the past

One of the ghosts lunged with speed and went inside of me

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city