This is a song about "Anal cream"

See i ain't the coach, but i make a girl run till she open

My anus is like a tool, such high pressure anal explosion

I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

Well maybe just that one motive, you know about cream

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

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

36 o's so i'm riding round with that nina

Stuck on the cream like bavaria

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

Just before they seen my money in the green

I got a dollar and a dream

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

With a nice vanilla cream

I just know what you mean