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

And then rainbow on sunday

Reading shit my critics say

With shards of ice and glass

You can't be wiping your ass

Take some real advice and form a group with vanilla ice

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Be the king, that was part of my dream

With a nice vanilla cream

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

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

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

Brawling beefy boars beastly black bears burly bison and unbridled bucking broncos

Shows to do, got record to sell

Make ice and cream, shit would be swell

Five shots she ready to leave

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,