This is a song about "Ringworm"

Scratch my head over the wounds and infect you with my lice

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Shes twitching it looks like she has a case of the fleas

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Better check ur facts b, i pop tags like its acne,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Getting high infront of the, po-lice, higher then i was before, see?

Never really been into the ice

Thugs slingin ice, rollin dice, whores with lice

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

He's weird and got lice stuck up his fur

Hold up, check that his food for any lice,

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

Leaves the best of you emcees as peasants and fleas, you're destined to bleed