This is a song about "Haunts"

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

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

But im a well of inspiration

He loved her and her laughter still haunts him

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

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

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

I got bigger problems baby

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

It haunts me every christmas eve

If you believe then you can achieve

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

It haunts me every christmas eve