This is a song about "Acne cream"

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Time to go lets load up the coke and cream

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Niggas acting hood, breaking backs like acne

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

But... what's oreo without the cream?

We pop tags like its acne, passin l's to the backseat

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

We're freaky leeches, no sweet peaches or cream,

Stacking cream snatching girls for my team

Okay, so play d, know what i mean

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Respect equality and a right to make cream

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

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team