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

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

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

Two white cups and i got that drank

You slide, im on top of the ramp,

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

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

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

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

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

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

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

No we don't, awfully stoned drop the top back you outta know

845 brick squad on the track/

I'm about to snap

The squad on lock no key

Lets come up to my city