This is a song about "Cookies cream"

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

Y'all wonder 'bout the money, man we got plenty cream,

But... what's oreo without the cream?

Caged, and the wonder is seen

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

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

Never commit to stacking someone else's cream

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

Stacking cream snatching girls for my team

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

It's roc nation, this my team

Like a diabetic eating cream puffs

And finally, everyone got their own problems

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

Your lyrics got me reaching for some asshole itching cream.