This is a song about "Arm shark seen three seat cream please teenager eleven twelev"

She's bound to be bitchin if she hasn't got a fix inso... now i lay me down to sleep

And he just fell asleep in his car eating three musketeers in the rear seat

Being scared of these chumps please enough you cream puffs

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

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

Bitches pursue me like a dream

Part manson, part hannibal, part mechanical shark

And my bank account look just like a phone card

More money that mean less sleep

I'm jumpin out my seat

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

Respect equality and a right to make cream

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

Tyler was a teenager and had no goal

I said i got my ass beat

Come in, mi'lady, take a seat.