This is a song about "Nigga i m ghost"

Hiding behind a sheet like i ghost wrote

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

But nigga don’t ride my dick when i’m on that high rise

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

That's the window into the sky

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

In the "city of lights", it's hard to see clear

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

I think there's a ghost

The truth shall be told

The ice ain't really nothing to her

I"m the designated driver