This is a song about "Trap ghost"

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Shit then im ghost like casper/

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Blunt smoke thicker than the dick of a black trap

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost

I mean of course just the same old

What stares back? fuck backpack rap, fuck trap,

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

I will rise, i will get out of this trap/

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Kill this faggot dahm then shoot at his ghost

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Scarin rappers like i was mixed with a wicked ghost

Like a ghost you come and go

And yall niggas the right flow