This is a song about "Poisen ivy"

Both my hands itching just like poison ivy,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

My raps are timely, they itch you like ivy.

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Both my hands itching just like poison ivy,

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith