This is a song about "Haunted animatronics"

Haunted elements and answers in the eloquence of cancer

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

Rap pad was forever haunted

Never run out or get exhausted, feel haunted by my own success

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

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

My fuckin house was haunted so i haunted it back

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

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

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

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

Choices make it pointless haunted things in my bed,

The smell of blood in the air haunted me,

Malia family, we the family