This is a song about "Im ghost"

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side

Know it's right, supposed to fight, i boast, too ghost to write,

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Kill this faggot dahm then shoot at his ghost

Sorry mama, i can't turn the other cheek

Looks like your just saw a ghost indeed

You,niggas are like ghost with you

What preceded was the clue

Ghost in the hook so real

Your bra up over here

I'm a ghost, white as sheet

Last of a dying breed

While these fake ignorant niggas are hiring ghost writers,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

Im a ghost cant shake me, no escape the curse hovers