This is a song about "I m a ghost"

And my regime includes east coast

They would have thought you saw a ghost

Yeah m a misogynist with a rapist's dialect i need a therapist i'm too violent

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Been running around trying find a job

Was a ghost at the most, broke

I'm a ghost, white as sheet

But don't fall asleep

Truth be told, i'm only seventeen years old, my heart is bold, i keep tryin to stay gold,

Not too close cause i dont wanna be a ghost my soul on a stick burnt marshmallow roast

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

But they sold jello in the paint

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Scarin rappers like i was mixed with a wicked ghost

Your joker, 52 cards in a deck , the mad mans me the one who's gonna slit your

I have to bleed a bucket full, my life is a movie rated m for mature.