This is a song about "Lice"

Hold up, check that his food for any lice,

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

For being nasty off the top like my heads got lice

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

I’m on these niggas mind like lice

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

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

And when i start to rise

Stuck in your head like freed lice.

He's weird and got lice stuck up his fur

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

I need a backyard full court size

Thugs slingin ice, rollin dice, whores with lice