You Couldn't Make The Fans

I Don't Speak, I Float In The Air Wrapped In A Sheet I'm Not A Real Person, I'm A Ghost Trapped In A Beat

It's Just Hard To Meet New People, In My Position.

Try To Strip Me Of My Credibility And Make Me Look Fake, G You Only Gonna Be In For A Rude Awakening.

So Many Lives I Touch, So Much Anger.

Cuz This Is What Happens When Bad Meets Evil We Hit The Trees Till We Look Like Vietnamese People