This is a song about "White ghost girls"

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

Hiding behind a sheet like i ghost wrote

He's already lost his pride, he'll turn white like a ghost

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

Cassidy your different from other girls

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

I've mastered the rhyme factors after effacing actors-making artist ghost

Yeah come holla at your uncle

I’m no ghost, but i feel invisible

After every show, a dream she hold

Kill this faggot dahm then shoot at his ghost

Keeping you scared you'll be pale and white as a ghost.

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

And i drop top off in a hot cold

They would have thought you saw a ghost