This is a song about "Cookies cream"

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

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

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

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

I'm everything that they call nice

Bitch screaming i want this cream-pie tease,

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

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

Well maybe just that one motive, you know about cream

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Show ‘em how much they really mean

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

These cookies can crumble, if they causing some trouble

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Ice cream,chocolate or vanilla

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh