This is a song about "Ghosts mom"

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

I finally got a girl, mom!/

Right to wear your mom stay

Got problems, what? i can't say

Momma can't help her, but it hurts to hear her callingbrenda wants to run away

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

But did you think about your mom,

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Seeing ghosts from the past

You’re on neon lights in my bank

They can never hold me down

Through the walls these ghosts drown

To what we doing here

Ghosts in the hook so damn real

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

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace