This is a song about "The phantom"

Fuck that nigga, wolf gang

The game plan, the game plan

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Go into their room hella silent like a phantom

I pop one, you pop one

The bigger the the fun

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

Choked the one on the throne

I can smell it when i go outside

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride