This is a song about "Itching cream"

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

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Down in miami, with a super ho team

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

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

Wicked roots up under me, it was mean, no peaches, cream,

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

Like a diabetic eating cream puffs

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

My divine itching and shrine killing

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing