This is a song about "In memory of ghosts"

Letters of ghosts written to better invoke redder than hulk ready in bulk

And as for us, we was different though. things have gotten difficult

Now i see the ghosts of my past they're white

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

In the end of a memory that vanished rapidly

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Whoever want it, they better note that i’m so focused

Into that part of their memory, it gets them pissed,

This a different motor man better go to work

Fading out of my memory i must push forward,

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

I hit a driveby on sandy hook while in the memory lane, but im not insane,

U might not've heard of me, if i don't serve u in memory

Okay lamborghini mercy, yo chick, she so thirsty

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

This is for the memory of emcees like deshaun holton,