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 ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

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

I go to the bathroom and a ghost inhabits the mirror

Oh what a cold world for a broke nigga--it's bitter

To become a couple of half pig cops, part of the rcmp squad

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

My magma hot bars race between the lines like a squad of cop cars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

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

I think there's a ghost

Guess i’m different than most