This is a song about "Cream freiche"

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

Your developmental league don’t see a team

Well maybe just that one motive, you know about cream

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

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Stuck on the cream like bavaria

My all gold rolly or the

Whatever ya'll mean i ain't got cream

Bitches pursue me like a dream

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

And we crazy, homes

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

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

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

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen