This is a song about "Itching cream"

I'm a fucking kid acting like the world to me is cream

Your developmental league don’t see a team

Exclusives, y'all never seen

Whatever ya'll mean i ain't got cream

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

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

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

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Been itching to kill cause of slavery

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

I got alotta phones

Show ‘em how much they really mean

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Both my hands itching just like poison ivy,

On they twitter writing novels, see