This is a song about "Acne cream"

I don't give damn about grands see my mind's on a grammy

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

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

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

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

Ice cream or vanilla,

Just before they seen my money in the green

Respect equality and a right to make cream

Then i'll rome with the gods, rip the acne from your face,

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

Whatever ya'll mean i ain't got cream

As: i know just what you mean

Your lyrics got me reaching for some asshole itching cream.

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Bitch screaming i want this cream-pie tease,