This is a song about "We the ghost squad on top"

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

We started from the bottom now were on our way to the top

Fake niggas get cold-cocked, twenties on the stove top,

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

When love comes callin', don’t love back

845 brick squad on the track/

On top of the ledges now,

Will somebody please show me how

Top dollars and girls(do you see, if we just stop, we could be on top),

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

I ain't interested in fame

But i stay on top the game

The shit that i spit is more

Livin on decks that hit the top floor

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

But for most i see you as a ghost on while i be the host,