This is a song about "Dads cream"

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

Especially with stomach growls, absent dads, thunder pounds,

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Stuck on the cream like bavaria

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

Never commit to stacking someone else's cream

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

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

Like a diabetic eating cream puffs

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

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

Exclusives, y'all never seen

With a nice vanilla cream

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

But my dads a different story