This is a song about "Haunts"

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

Could i make you my baby

Got tired of running from the police

It haunts me every christmas eve

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

He loved her and her laughter still haunts him

It haunts me every christmas eve

Y'all know that nigga in the movies

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Sleep haunts me. sleep tortures me. sleeps not what it's cracked up to be.

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Ma wars over but ma stress disorder still haunts me without closure

Nostalgia's like a fricking curse that haunts you till you hit the dirt

And i'mma hold you down forever and appreciate the effort