This is a song about "Acne cream"

Niggas acting hood, breaking backs like acne

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream.

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Like a diabetic eating cream puffs

And finally, everyone got their own problems

Your lyrics got me reaching for some asshole itching cream.

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Bitch screaming i want this cream-pie tease,

And all my childhood memories

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

So we're plottin up a scheme to get the seven figure cream

Whatever ya'll mean i ain't got cream

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem