This is a song about "Itching cream"

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

With a barrage a raps that theyre itching for like chicken pox

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

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

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Both my hands itching just like poison ivy,

My hands outchere itching so its time to body them first

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

Like a diabetic eating cream puffs

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

Never commit to stacking someone else's cream

Ice cream,chocolate or vanilla

Your gonna be on top nigga

Ice cream or vanilla,

Just a little nigga