This is a song about "Haunted"

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

Never ending thoughts of how my taunts and how i haunted you

20 racks really thats sneaker money

The smell of blood in the air haunted me,

My fuckin house was haunted so i haunted it back

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

Comes out my haunted conscious

See boy she been in love

Hiding the emotions that once haunted me

The good kid from the ugly city

Choices make it pointless haunted things in my bed,

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

Talking shit, taunting feels like i'm being haunted feel empty like desserts

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

But i don't got the steak for y'all dishes

Flaunted spouses, and haunted houses