This is a song about "Lice"

Stuck in your head like freed lice.

You make a nigga sing songs nice

For being nasty off the top like my heads got lice

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

He's weird and got lice stuck up his fur

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

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

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

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

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

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

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Thugs slingin ice, rollin dice, whores with lice

What we gotta do to survive

Hold up, check that his food for any lice,