This is a song about "Cookies cream"

Well maybe just that one motive, you know about cream

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Here's a dollar kid go buy yourself an ice cream

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

I'm a fucking kid acting like the world to me is cream

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Whatever ya'll mean i ain't got cream

Ice cream or vanilla,

So when ya see me nigga

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

You dream of cream and obscene fuck scenes

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

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream.

We're freaky leeches, no sweet peaches or cream,

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen