This is a song about "All cream"

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Here's a dollar kid go buy yourself an ice cream

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

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

And you suddenly got cream and all that time was broke and poor,

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

Y'all wonder 'bout the money, man we got plenty cream,

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream.

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

A mans on the ground, and thats not whipped cream

Time to go lets load up the coke and cream

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team