This is a song about "Crab lice"

Eatin' crab out in malibu with no boo

And you got that bomb, huh, i'm tryna detonate you

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

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

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

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

Stuck in your head like freed lice.

Hop in and let me test drive

We will never die, we are forever alive

For being nasty off the top like my heads got lice

They said man just quit this crab

Or let the mob handle that

They getting nice, they got some ice

I’m on these niggas mind like lice

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Scratch my head over the wounds and infect you with my lice