This is a song about "Ghosts mom"

Silent ghosts can still leave marks.

You haters put up your guards

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

So i thanks for my mom

Full of shit, like i ate that john

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

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

One time for the 305, though

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

The-na-ture-of-the-world-to-day, the nature of the world today

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

My mom gave me two selections

All green nigga pick six

Seeing ghosts from the past

Just hustling you understand