This is a song about "Ghost rider"

Scarin rappers like i was mixed with a wicked ghost

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Its youngmigokidd on this fuckin beat hit that gas call it ghost

I’m no ghost, but i feel invisible

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Your bra up over here

Ghost in the hook so real

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Im a ghost cant shake me, no escape the curse hovers

I keep my money neat

I'm a ghost, white as sheet

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

#right #see, #i'm #pisces, so i'll #march till i'm #ghost,

Shit then im ghost like casper/

Not even my favorite rapper