This is a song about "Quality spirits like ghosts"

Haunts us like ghosts, 'till they come back to the old,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Seeing ghosts from the past

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Reduction in quality by economy swallows me

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Reconcile with the quality words we speak!

Drizzle it wit flavourings of the highest quality

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

I'm late working, i know i didn't come home that evening

About tipsy spirits, higher feelings, and tweaking

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

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

She shuts the room down

Through the walls these ghosts drown