This is a song about "Cookies and cream"

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

I was sitting here, braid dead, hooked up on cookies and juice,

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Cream of the crop, scheming to chop and place an mc in a box

We all dream one day we be kings and queens

You dream of cream and obscene fuck scenes

Make ice and cream, shit would be swell

Shows to do, got record to sell

Who knows what the

Ice cream or vanilla,

And you suddenly got cream and all that time was broke and poor,

I mean fam, i was damn near invisible at school

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

'cause we bumped that method man, chessboxin', and c.r.e.a.m.,

Seeds and roots and leaves of money trees, cream by any means,

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats