This is a song about "Cream of the crop"

Stuck on the cream like bavaria

Im no angel, my hoes like a sega

I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

I'm cream of the crop but the ladies just don't realise it,

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

My whole deck in my hands, cream of the crop

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

Seeds and roots and leaves of money trees, cream by any means,

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Champagne wishes of caviar dreams ?a penis didn't cream?

Like a banshee i scream i make a lot of cream i'm the best when i shout

Yo i freestyle and fuck you niggas ya’ll be wilding and i’m out

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream