This is a song about "Rash"

Believe me you'll have a gash and a rash

See her man face-to-face through the glass

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

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

Dirty, i might act a little rash right now

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

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

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

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

I'm the burger king, i gotta have it my way

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

Yo, you little niggas better check my french

Not king james, these were coke kings

Impolite n rash with low swings