This is a song about "Itching cream"

I only got one rule, no kissing

My divine itching and shrine killing

With a nice vanilla cream

Man this life is but a dream

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Whatever ya'll mean i ain't got cream

My hands outchere itching so its time to body them first

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

Ice cream or vanilla,

Just a little nigga

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Tossing and turning scratching i'm itching, the fuck was i thinking

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

Show ‘em how much they really mean