This is a song about "Cream cheese"

You're fucking with me, nigga

Ice cream or vanilla,

Never commit to stacking someone else's cream

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

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

In rap is like basing parade off of cheese,

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

Patron black, uh, patron jones

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

And the 9th is on the track bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Yeah, we get this cabbage

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

So we're plottin up a scheme to get the seven figure cream

I just wish for big tit chicks and getting cheese

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys