This is a song about "Allen ivy"

My raps are timely, they itch you like ivy.

You know what? nigga, it's blacc friday

Both my hands itching just like poison ivy,

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

If my flow had nitrous, barry allen couldn't witness this,

Spitting vividly as allen poe

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

When you keep em right beside you

Lilly allen you jump in to

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

I tell them to imagine mos def meets woody allen