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

Like a ghost you come and go

Then take it down slow

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

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

So he sniffed some white and he parked his ride

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

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

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Hell naw you need to re-think that

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

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

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

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

Seein' dreams in they sleep

See, if he read this sheet,