This is a song about "Chocolate ice cream with gummy bears and rainbow sprinkles"

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

And another in the sentence that bears "word",

Make ice and cream, shit would be swell

Nigga trying to live like hova, but well

With shards of ice and glass

So chase the air hide your stash

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Water-less, they sprinkles us with the bullshit that they there through drugs and hoes,

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

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

And then rainbow on sunday

Yeah ain't that what the song say

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

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

Respect equality and a right to make cream

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream