This is a song about "The seaweed covered ghost of captain cutler"

Ghost in the hook so real

I don't gotta be here

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

A captain like the shielded star avenger my defense is

You're a pile of ash and ember covered in feces of bitches

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

In fact my past is the raddest, filled with bags of grass and captain caps

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

So i could go help the babyshe could barely speak

The standards are high ,but what's the point if your brain is seaweed,

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

I've mastered the rhyme factors after effacing actors-making artist ghost

I know you just doing your job

Was a ghost at the most, broke

In the rap game, im the captain.

Most of them niggas dumb