This is a song about "Itches"

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

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Leave you with more than stitches when my trigger finger itches

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

Murder all you mothafuckas especially when my pen itches

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