This is a song about "Cream freiche"

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

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

I got a dollar and a dream

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

With a nice vanilla cream

Caged, and the wonder is seen

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Like a diabetic eating cream puffs

Time to go lets load up the coke and cream

Just before they seen my money in the green

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

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

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

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

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

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine