This is a song about "Cream or the crop"

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

Your developmental league don’t see a team

A mans on the ground, and thats not whipped cream

Show ‘em how much they really mean

Just a little nigga

Ice cream or vanilla,

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

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Cream of the crop, scheming to chop and place an mc in a box

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff

What is it the looks? or are you too much of a cream puff

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

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

They can not pause like right one sega

Stuck on the cream like bavaria