This is a song about "Dream maken always on the cream"

Stuck on the cream like bavaria

Oh yeah, pops got a visa

Time to go lets load up the coke and cream

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

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

The dream of martin luther king can be put on hold

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

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

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

I'm becoming a renegade of what i'm about, nearing what i feared about...

That faded the dream up as it finished and waked up and i'm pissed i couldn't bust my cream out.

Then i better focus on the studies, always with my buddies,

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies