This is a song about "Cream got em fuckin whipped"

We self-made but never is an i on the team

A mans on the ground, and thats not whipped cream

All i got is fuckin racks

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

And you suddenly got cream and all that time was broke and poor,

All the while my mom askin' why i'm truant at school

Hold onto dreams and see where the cream has got us

Mama always told me i’d be famous

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Stacey dash type, i'm cheatin' on em and they fuckin clueless

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

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

Watch them grow and then you die? no, nigga fuck the system

While spittin grade a fuckin trash, you want responses? i got 'em