This is a song about "Ghosts"

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Cracking the jokes, laughing, and half are just ghosts,

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

And i drop top off in a hot cold

How can monsters and demons and ghosts and shit scare me

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

I know they pay me too much of attention

Landed on my ass not even touching the ghosts skin

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

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

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

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

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

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze