This is a song about "Ghosts"

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

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

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

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Never felt better chillin with buds on ghosts with a vector shooting thugs

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

N-i-c in rikers island, downstateall the peoples i met along the way

Fucking hoes, no strings attached

Seeing ghosts from the past

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

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

And as for us, we was different though. things have gotten difficult

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