This is a song about "Ivy kris kage supastar jayel"

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

And smacked her so hard i knocked her clothes backwards like kris kross

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

My raps are timely, they itch you like ivy.

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

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Like this, be poppin' kris tha lyrical twist comin'

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Both my hands itching just like poison ivy,

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Both my hands itching just like poison ivy,