This is a song about "Dads cream"

Puts up with mum and dads crap

The door crack, niggas all black

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

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

I'm the head coach of the team

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

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

And i don't think homes

We're filled with low-income toothless moms, nascar dads,

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

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

Like a diabetic eating cream puffs

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels