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

See, if he read this sheet,

The drug that they brain need

Should have stayed a stain on the sheet

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

Heck, his body turned to a speck

I don't want you to have my permit yet

Hell naw you need to re-think that

That we ain't never had

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

All because he is white they think he can't rhyme, till he spit some shit

His body was lying on the ground like a slaughtered goat.......

Presidential suite and bitch, i never use my right to vote

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

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

I tend to think he went on a fucking vacation

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin