This is a song about "Diaper cream"

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Bitch screaming i want this cream-pie tease,

Whatever ya'll mean i ain't got cream

Exclusives, y'all never seen

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Release that white lumpy cream, teen crime scene,

And i put you on the team

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

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

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

Started way back when i was a child /spit a cypher while takin a shit in my diaper

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

Fake niggas get dial tones

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

A mans on the ground, and thats not whipped cream

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