This is a song about "Diaper cream"

Release that white lumpy cream, teen crime scene,

Come see real niggas on my team

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Ice cream,chocolate or vanilla

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

Respect equality and a right to make cream

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

Your lyrics got me reaching for some asshole itching cream.

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

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

Well maybe just that one motive, you know about cream

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

Never commit to stacking someone else's cream

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine