This is a song about "Phantom"

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

Opera man, you must be a phantom, 'cause i can't find any talent in your lines.

I ain't really into sports, that's just where i'm from

Go into their room hella silent like a phantom

Ain't that how black's do it, right

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride

Before we learn to fly, somebody else should trycockin' guns, smokin', we can all make a change

Sick as this page open the cage,ma sick mind was a sanctum,but now its a phantom in such an age!,

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

The fortune of a fighter turned phantom as tragic struck his life and