This is a song about "Lice"

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

For being nasty off the top like my heads got lice

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

Stuck in your head like freed lice.

Scratch my head over the wounds and infect you with my lice

Frequently taking lives cause they not taking advice

Hold up, check that his food for any lice,

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

I’m on these niggas mind like lice

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

I bet your so dirty yo probably got lice in your scalp,

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Thugs slingin ice, rollin dice, whores with lice

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Getting high infront of the, po-lice, higher then i was before, see?