This is a song about "Cookies and cream"

I make em open up and then the cream goes splatter

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

These cookies can crumble, if they causing some trouble

Aren't you somethin', an original

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Who knows what the

Ice cream or vanilla,

They wait on my return, i am az-zahir hakim

Never commit to stacking someone else's cream

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

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

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

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams