This is a song about "Cookies and cream"

Never commit to stacking someone else's cream

The bitches is everything in between

Everyday we party hard like there ain't no tomorrow

But was tapping many queens and stacking plentya cream like (whoa)

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

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

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

All the while my mom askin' why i'm truant at school

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

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

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