This is a song about "Im a ghost"

I don't really give a fuck

Lead the way, got ghost to pop a slug

I have no respect for a ghost, you can battle and back talk,

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

But for long time i had gone cold

I think there's a ghost

Ain't no gimmick with the flow

Like a ghost you come and go

Yeah i know we never got to meet

Looks like your just saw a ghost indeed

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

I've lost this game and it's haunting me like a ghost

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

Diagnosed for seeing a ghost at midnight next to the bed.

I'll just be a fuckin ghost stuck in this beat i'm locked in

Everybody finger point in your direction