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

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

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

See girl you are stronger then the strongest drug i ever had

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

Gotta give her da good i'm liking da wood and now it's over lady

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

I say that the pool is closed

I think there's a ghost

I keep a broad beside me while i skate coast

Keeping you scared you'll be pale and white as a ghost.

All the shit that his dealing on his own, if only he had a friend to phone

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

I'm a ghost, white as sheet

I pray the lord my guns to keep

I tend to think he went on a fucking vacation

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him