This is a song about "Haunted"

Flaunted spouses, and haunted houses

Always knew where the pot was

To you niggas biting my flows and my subject matter

Haunted elements and answers in the eloquence of cancer

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

My fuckin house was haunted so i haunted it back

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

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

Choices make it pointless haunted things in my bed,

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

The smell of blood in the air haunted me,

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Hiding the emotions that once haunted me

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Rap pad was forever haunted