This is a song about "Mildew rash"

These chalance give me balance

Impolite n rash with low swings

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

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

Believe me you'll have a gash and a rash

When you let that nigga grab your naked ass

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

When you're sittin' on the top, it's hard to hear you from way up here

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

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

You getting money? better check my french

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

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