This is a song about "Fuck your whip cream nigga"

You dream of cream and obscene fuck scenes

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

The science and the art, africa

Your shit is whack, nigga

Put the whip cream on my balls spank lick it off

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

Nigga i was sent from hell to fuck up your nigga with my devil stick

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Fuck a club, in the whip, windows up, blow o's

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

I got 800 invisible men

Come back and whip your ass with it again

Your lyrics got me reaching for some asshole itching cream.

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen