This is a song about "Quality spirits like ghosts"

You niggas is anything, my bitches get everything

About tipsy spirits, higher feelings, and tweaking

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

On fire the lyrics were hot, it lifted spirits

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

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

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

Your production quality is way bad, sloppy

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Quality portrayed volubly seemingly endless sporadic/

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

Vicious lyrics lift my spirits

My team getting digits