This is a song about "Asshole itching cream"

My hands outchere itching so its time to body them first

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

It's apart of her goal

For making an asshole

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

Man this life is but a dream

Both my hands itching just like poison ivy,

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Been itching to kill cause of slavery

Purify that woman soul

Down my head, chest, and asshole,

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

Never commit to stacking someone else's cream

With a nice vanilla cream

But i wear mine on my head, supreme