This is a song about "Mildew rash"

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

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

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

Believe me you'll have a gash and a rash

Morty let me use the maybach back in may

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

Dirty, i might act a little rash right now

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

Impolite n rash with low swings

Hold it..now thank you for silence