This is a song about "Ghosts of the past"

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

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

Different realities of the past we repeat our mistakes in different ways

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

Landed on my ass not even touching the ghosts skin

Present on the train of disbelief the past is over

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Hopin' when this bread get here

Ghosts in the hook so damn real

Rewind it, pick it up n make it a thing of the past.

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

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

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold