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

Hiding behind a sheet like i ghost wrote

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

Like a ghost you come and go

Ok you think a nigga shallow

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

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

While he sits on his throne and think he's king

How they say that we not working

They would have thought you saw a ghost

After every show, a dream she hold

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

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed

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