This is a song about "We the ghost squad"

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

But still to not get punked on the block i just stay to squad,

I battle more hard then the ghost of mozart,

Hope all over again, we can start

I go to the bathroom and a ghost inhabits the mirror

I show her off, i stunt with her, we do it sweet, they look bitter

Harder to escape the jail cells and bills

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

Ya whole squad like "ooh shit!"

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

And daddy's in the cadillac

845 brick squad on the track/

Lead the way, got ghost to pop a slug

Wasn't no love for a nigga in the smug