This is a song about "Cream"

Ice cream,chocolate or vanilla

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

You dream of cream and obscene fuck scenes

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream

They wait on my return, i am az-zahir hakim

Well maybe just that one motive, you know about cream

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

Never commit to stacking someone else's cream

And lead tha whole team

With a nice vanilla cream

Y'all wonder 'bout the money, man we got plenty cream,

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Respect equality and a right to make cream

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen