This is a song about "Cream tea"

Ice cream or vanilla,

Play the game nigga

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Am dope as fuck am 17 years old mc like ice tea

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

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

With a nice vanilla cream

Be the king, that was part of my dream

Stuck on the cream like bavaria

25 on the bear hoodie, go and tell peta

I'm over the fact, that i'm not your cup of tea,

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

This ain't yo cup of tea get out my fuckin face

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave