This is a song about "Cream of the crop"

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

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

I see the world through different views, my crop pick,

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

Imma call her and have that bitch lick the tip of my ice cream cone like a

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

I'm a fucking kid acting like the world to me is cream

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream.

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

My whole deck in my hands, cream of the crop

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

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