This is a song about "Quality spirits like ghosts"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I rap mystical mockeries with ill ass lyrical quality

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Your production quality is way bad, sloppy

With cash that i couldn't spend, countless carsan addict for a wife, my life, as a ghetto star

Felling like lost, remembering my ma,fuck em those spirits,who say i can't live in far,

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

She prays that her spirits would be... kept up,

On fire the lyrics were hot, it lifted spirits

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Guess i'm just full of legend's spirits/

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Reconcile with the quality words we speak!

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league