This is a song about "Anal cream"

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

How about some anal beads girls voice " oooo you nasty"

Respect equality and a right to make cream

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

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

Champagne wishes of caviar dreams ?a penis didn't cream?

It's roc nation, this my team

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Like a diabetic eating cream puffs

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

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

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green