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

See, if he read this sheet,

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

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

Burn like furnace urns, re-furnish on the track as a fern,

Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

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

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

All the shit that his dealing on his own, if only he had a friend to phone

So he sniffed some white and he parked his ride

Always strap so i was alright

But i'm white as the writing on a blackboard so what you think of that.

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

You don't wanna be put on my rap sheet.

Dmv that's on me no days off i don't sleep