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

Hell naw you need to re-think that

When love comes callin', don’t look back

Heck, his body turned to a speck

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

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

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

Sometimes i think, what i need

Should have stayed a stain on the sheet

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

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

Rae took on the date with the purple tape

I think there's a ghost

Women front, they get its cold

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

I tend to think he went on a fucking vacation