This is a song about "Help ghost"

Ive already tried to get help

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

I’m no ghost, but i feel invisible

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

This dude needs help quit crying for help,

The blacks kill blacks for a crack of respect

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

I've mastered the rhyme factors after effacing actors-making artist ghost

Ya i'm ghost, know i'm lost

All you need is your passport

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

You,niggas are like ghost with you

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Shit then im ghost like casper/

I think there's a ghost

This shit would leave rosetta stoned