This is a song about "Cream cheese"

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

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

In rap is like basing parade off of cheese,

Y'all know that nigga in the movies

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

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

Respect equality and a right to make cream

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

With a nice vanilla cream

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

Went away for a little, let my wisdom increase

Only globular / overseas cos they've got cheese

Bitch screaming i want this cream-pie tease,

Cause there'll never be peace