This is a song about "Ivy"

Both my hands itching just like poison ivy,

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Both my hands itching just like poison ivy,

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

And i got a little big, keep it low key

My raps are timely, they itch you like ivy.