This is a song about "Blue bell ice cream"

People don't condone what they've never seen

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

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Silver and demaz, does that ring a bell?

Shows to do, got record to sell

I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

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

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

Patron black, uh, patron jones

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

With a nice vanilla cream

I'm like the man on mars; i'm high as hell

Vowed i wanted life to be sweet like blue bell