This is a song about "Itches"

Itches for bitches. you fags think its all a game till i walk in and say picture

If this was a game, i already know that i would come out winner

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

Murder all you mothafuckas especially when my pen itches

He's pale in the face and walks limb and mean and itches greed green,

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

Leave you with more than stitches when my trigger finger itches