This is a song about "Ghosts"

No reason to be around

Through the walls these ghosts drown

But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different

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

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

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

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

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

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

Silent ghosts can still leave marks.

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms