This is a song about "Itches"

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

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

Leave you with more than stitches when my trigger finger itches

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

Murder all you mothafuckas especially when my pen itches

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