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

Plus she's glad for the little things she hasand over there there's a lady

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

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

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

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

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

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

Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

Hiding behind a sheet like i ghost wrote

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

He's already lost his pride, he'll turn white like a ghost

So he sniffed some white and he parked his ride

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright

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

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit