This is a song about "Haunts"

He loved her and her laughter still haunts him

I love all the inspiration

Right flows down and they might go nice

It haunts me every christmas eve

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

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

It's no longer a new jack city

Walked out the church, then got a call that my homie was murdered

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

Cause there could never be peace

It haunts me every christmas eve

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Blood on my palms, it haunts me