This is a song about "Itches"

Murder all you mothafuckas especially when my pen itches

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Leave you with more than stitches when my trigger finger itches

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

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

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

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream