This is a song about "Itches"

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Leave you with more than stitches when my trigger finger itches

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

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

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Murder all you mothafuckas especially when my pen itches