This is a song about "French vanilla"

Call me vanilla nothing offends me, oh as a matter of fact

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

The highest tightest and whitest mr. vanilla, no enigma, full of charisma

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

Fuck what i say lets shoot this bitch up like it's the french revolution!/

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

I’m the king of rock, there is none higher

Than vanilla ice if he saw a spider/

We never meet in real life,cause i make you quit rapping like vanilla ice

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

Je suis la garçon qui cracher flamme, french, i just cannot

I heard that statistic i almost cried

Not "vanilla", though still, head to toes i'm white

And there ain't been no buster, prepared for you suckers

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse