This is a song about "The kkk member dan"

Dan ghostt, i'm back with no trace,

Lookin' for these better days

Dan ghostt always on his grind, when i rhyme,

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

I kill you're crew, murder every member////

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

Take a photo with a family member to show the sweeter side