This is a song about "Asshole itching cream"

Dc ain't been this hot since ronald reagan made a killing

But his trigger finger itching, tongue was wither but still spitting.

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

Was tricked to sit on poop, by some puke-able asshole

Scratching i'm itching i'm afflicted

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

Your lyrics got me reaching for some asshole itching cream.

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

Bitches pursue me like a dream

Whatever ya'll mean i ain't got cream

Rhymes i shot up your asshole.

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

Never commit to stacking someone else's cream