This is a song about "Nappy rash"

Had i not been exposed to these things

Impolite n rash with low swings

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

If you talk shit, i'll make you cry and tell your big moms

Just take control if you can

You need your nappy changing, man

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

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

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

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

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

If you can't see a legend, i'mma make it clear: nigga i'm right here

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