This is a song about "White sheet on his body you re think he a ghost"

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

If you think you can meet me without a cheat sheet,

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

I am not no homophobe, good thing i don't read the post

Body in his arms he holds her up says baby don’t go i love you baby

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

Been stunting since teen wearing something obscene joe

And he always keeping his finger on a trigger

Take a black drink it like you don't need a liver

I think there's a ghost

All this paper i fold

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

Like a ghost you come and go

There he goes on his face like a nigger can't skate.

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid