This is a song about "Lost girls"

Ya i'm ghost, know i'm lost

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

I get jelous when your with other girls

So you finally got the nerve

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Most girls want attention

You told me to get lost

It was my fault

He appreciates your support

Because i am so lost,

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

Leave the girls like ow my goshin, and there words are lost when,

We should appreciate the girls

Better yet they work my every nerve