This is a song about "Asshole itching cream"

Scratching i'm itching i'm afflicted

Your best sentence was doing your bid

Be the king, that was part of my dream

But... what's oreo without the cream?

De la soul is from the soul

For making an asshole

Purify that woman soul

Yall bunch of rap queens female asshole

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Both my hands itching just like poison ivy,

Respect equality and a right to make cream

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Both my hands itching just like poison ivy,

Then keep your change like an oink machine

We're freaky leeches, no sweet peaches or cream,