This is a song about "Itching cream"

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

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

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 respect is more real, and ambition the key

Both my hands itching just like poison ivy,

Scratching i'm itching i'm afflicted

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Whatever ya'll mean i ain't got cream

The bitches is everything in between

Exclusives, y'all never seen

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

We're freaky leeches, no sweet peaches or cream,