This is a song about "Madison ivy"

My raps are timely, they itch you like ivy.

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Both my hands itching just like poison ivy,

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Both my hands itching just like poison ivy,