This is a song about "Quality spirits like ghosts"

Seeing ghosts from the past

Fighting with my weak hand

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

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

Quality portrayed volubly seemingly endless sporadic/

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

I'm the talk of the town

Through the walls these ghosts drown

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

My level of quality is solid yours is wobbling/

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Your production quality is way bad, sloppy

These ghosts appeared and they look like they wanna smash my face

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Silent ghosts can still leave marks.

I got these tats all on my arms