This is a song about "Blue bell ice cream"

Vowed i wanted life to be sweet like blue bell

True player, cory mo cold as hell

Respect equality and a right to make cream

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

You're fucking with me, nigga

Ice cream or vanilla,

The truth hurts baby , lick the ice cream off your cone

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

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

People don't condone what they've never seen

People say i am a tinker bell

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

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

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

I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream