This is a song about "Itching cream"

I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Never commit to stacking someone else's cream

People don't condone what they've never seen

Both my hands itching just like poison ivy,

But five years from now i bet she see

Been itching to kill cause of slavery

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Thug for life nigga

Ice cream or vanilla,

Whatever ya'll mean i ain't got cream

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

Well maybe just that one motive, you know about cream

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

Here's a dollar kid go buy yourself an ice cream

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team