This is a song about "Dads cream"

But most dads are the same, while most moms are unique. (x2)

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Ice cream or vanilla,

So when ya see me nigga

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

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

I'm a fucking kid acting like the world to me is cream

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

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

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

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

Respect equality and a right to make cream

Ice cream,chocolate or vanilla

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

Whatever ya'll mean i ain't got cream

And i put you on the team