This is a song about "Berries and cream"

Time to go lets load up the coke and cream

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

My all gold rolly or the

Ice cream or vanilla,

Down in miami, with a super ho team

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Bushmen with blowguns and bamboo baskets of berries

Respect equality and a right to make cream

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

Seeds and roots and leaves of money trees, cream by any means,

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Whatever ya'll mean i ain't got cream

And i put you on the team