This is a song about "Cream"

Wicked roots up under me, it was mean, no peaches, cream,

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

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

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

People don't condone what they've never seen

Stacking cream snatching girls for my team

Show ‘em how much they really mean

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

Well maybe just that one motive, you know about cream

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

As: i know just what you mean

Whatever ya'll mean i ain't got cream

Come see real niggas on my team

Time to go lets load up the coke and cream

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

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