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

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

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

- his re-up on the dope made him broke.. i'm sellin it

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Heck, his body turned to a speck

One time for the ville that cole rep

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

I'm always rockin', never stoppin', devastatin' rappin' lady

Hiding behind a sheet like i ghost wrote

When i'm on it, on it like my job

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

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

They would have thought you saw a ghost

But for long time i had gone cold

I think there's a ghost

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled