This is a song about "Twerking with ghosts"

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

And vanish all this twerking crap thats poisoning they minds

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

Scared shitless, i ran towards the ghosts, going white as teeth

So now you can mourn for your fam while im back home playing cod ghosts all day,

N-i-c in rikers island, downstateall the peoples i met along the way

Die with hope, live with virtue

Nigga there's nothin' left of you

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

Seeing ghosts from the past

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Never felt better chillin with buds on ghosts with a vector shooting thugs

One of the ghosts lunged with speed and went inside of me

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

Bamas surprised, deprived from attention

Landed on my ass not even touching the ghosts skin