This is a song about "Mildew rash"

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Buried em in the mulch and mildew and he will do what he feels

Now my dicks got a rash i need you to care for

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

The pain, the rash, is done at last, the gun is cocked, clock stops

Like a drunk driver that has a rash still, like "fuck it, jesus take the wheel!

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

Believe me you'll have a gash and a rash

Dirty, i might act a little rash right now

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

You little niggas better check my french

Rap spread fast like a rash now it's over the hedge

Forgive me lord, it feels like i commit a sin a day

I'm like a rash ora scar because i'm here to stay