them honies had fat asses
Noses runnin' from the raw, they hid behind they glasses
Back to our love/hate theme from line 1:
Looking at the beautiful girls in his entourage with their desirable booties, Ghost feels happiness. But once again, it’s tinged with something darker. He’s simply too honest to deny us the full picture: that these sheepish girls are sitting around in shades to conceal the dark circles under their eyes, waiting sheepishly for Ghost to perk them up with cocaine