This is a song about "Cream"

Caged, and the wonder is seen

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Wicked roots up under me, it was mean, no peaches, cream,

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Your lyrics got me reaching for some asshole itching cream.

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Stacking cream snatching girls for my team

Bitch screaming i want this cream-pie tease,

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

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

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

Exclusives, y'all never seen

With a nice vanilla cream

Never commit to stacking someone else's cream

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen