This is a song about "Lice"

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank

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

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

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

Stuck in your head like freed lice.

Before we see it's hard to live

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

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

For being nasty off the top like my heads got lice

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

Come here i’m about to take you higher

He's weird and got lice stuck up his fur

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Hold up, check that his food for any lice,

I used to have a nine to five

Thugs slingin ice, rollin dice, whores with lice