This is a song about "Itching cream"

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Both my hands itching just like poison ivy,

So we're plottin up a scheme to get the seven figure cream

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

Well maybe just that one motive, you know about cream

Just before they seen my money in the green

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

But... what's oreo without the cream?

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

Never commit to stacking someone else's cream

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Been itching to kill cause of slavery

Play the game nigga

Ice cream or vanilla,

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

But his trigger finger itching, tongue was wither but still spitting.