This is a song about "Quality spirits like ghosts"

I got these tats all on my arms

Silent ghosts can still leave marks.

My level of quality is solid yours is wobbling/

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Ghosts in the hook so damn real

And still a nigga made it here

Spitting acid, melting all the spirits away

I want to feel her in every way

Just hustling you understand

Seeing ghosts from the past

I rap mystical mockeries with ill ass lyrical quality

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Reconcile with the quality words we speak!

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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