This is a song about "Cream"

Stuck on the cream like bavaria

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Your lyrics got me reaching for some asshole itching cream.

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

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

Like a diabetic eating cream puffs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

With a nice vanilla cream

And lead tha whole team

Whatever ya'll mean i ain't got cream

Man this life is but a dream

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Your developmental league don’t see a team

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

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream