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

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

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

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

We ball on top we ride till we die,

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

I was born at the bottom, on my way to the top

The squad on lock no key

Bait baby, wait baby

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

And i got a little big, keep it low key

On my way to the top with theory,

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

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

Keep clam my nigga we living at the top

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot