Spirit of Marilyn calling me, audibly Bawling she, said that she would never leave Continued to torture me Telling me to come with her Underneath my comforter And she brought a gun with her Pills and some rum with her Tip me on the balcony telling me to jump with her Yeah I’m in the ghost but I ain’t doing stunts with her I ain’t tryna be that haters wanna see that But I got ‘em aggy cause I win the gold like Gabby