This is a song about "Quality spirits like ghosts"

Miami nights, made a couple grand

Seeing ghosts from the past

Through the walls these ghosts drown

He won't sit down, given the crown

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

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

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

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

Quality portrayed volubly seemingly endless sporadic/

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Seeing ghosts from the past

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

Reconcile with the quality words we speak!

Sorry mama, i can't turn the other cheek

Spitting acid, melting all the spirits away

So you should move away, or join the dude 'n play