This is a song about "Dads cream"

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

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

My all gold rolly or the

Ice cream or vanilla,

My dads deadpool and my mom black widow

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

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

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

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Like a diabetic eating cream puffs

But most times darling the sequel sucks

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

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

Your flow sucks like vacuums / ill step in to your dads room

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june