This is a song about "Chocolate ice cream"

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

But that's only in the future, y'all cold as hot chocolate,

Ice cream or vanilla,

Who knows what the

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Miami nights, it was all a dream

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

Respect equality and a right to make cream

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

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

Imma call her and have that bitch lick the tip of my ice cream cone like a

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

Your gonna be on top nigga

They call it chocolate vanilla