This is a song about "Quality spirits like ghosts"

Demons are trapped inside, and i experience spirits,

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Cracking the jokes, laughing, and half are just ghosts,

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

Spitting acid, melting all the spirits away

On fire the lyrics were hot, it lifted spirits

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

I better get my gown

Through the walls these ghosts drown

Vicious lyrics lift my spirits

Went out and had a church of kids

Your production quality is way bad, sloppy

Cause i'm batman with the pump, johnny johnny

Throwin out tracks that raise the bobonic plagued spirits/

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids