This is a song about "Itching cream"

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Both my hands itching just like poison ivy,

Never commit to stacking someone else's cream

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

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

I'm the head coach of the team

With a nice vanilla cream

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

Respect equality and a right to make cream

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

Well maybe just that one motive, you know about cream

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

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

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