This is a song about "Itches"

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

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

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

As long as when the check came they got first dibsnow brenda's belly is getting bigger

Leave you with more than stitches when my trigger finger itches

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

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