This is a song about "Cookies and cream"

Yeah, one time for the

Ice cream or vanilla,

Bitches pursue me like a dream

With a nice vanilla cream

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

A mans on the ground, and thats not whipped cream

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

Time to go lets load up the coke and cream