This is a song about "Crab lice"

Stuck in your head like freed lice.

I'm everything that they call nice

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Hold up, check that his food for any lice,

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

I’m on these niggas mind like lice

For being nasty off the top like my heads got lice

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

Thugs slingin ice, rollin dice, whores with lice

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

I bet your so dirty yo probably got lice in your scalp,

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

Or am i just another crab in the bucket

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

Getting high infront of the, po-lice, higher then i was before, see?