This is a song about "The real woman"

Ghosts in the hook so damn real

Back to times square...i got dimes here

Fuck her like she the woman of my enemies

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

The real deal ya know ya gotta wait

You'll need a miracle pill to be the next biggie, for real,

The broke me couldn't buy you meals, not even a value meal

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Every man woman and child, dead, from a shot to the head,

Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford

Cuz you were the only woman i truly adored,

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

The woman was alerted when i asked where her offsprings at

The victims real shaken up

Love will have you stuck