This is a song about "Quality spirits like ghosts"

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

My spirits dead, like who killed all of the bishops?

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,

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

And the economy reduced my quality

It's the rap monger, rap monster earl sweat attack, conquer

I spit quality and quality rhymes bred within bronner

If you don't know, maybach is the clique

Reconcile with the quality words we speak!

Sun up to sun down

Through the walls these ghosts drown

My level of quality is solid yours is wobbling/

So they quote me and love me like i’m a poet or something

Seeing ghosts from the past

Fucking hoes, no strings attached