This is a song about "I ve cream"

I´ve got those scars on my wrist that nobody can see

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

25 on the bear hoodie, go and tell peta

Stuck on the cream like bavaria

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

I got alotta phones

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Like a banshee i scream i make a lot of cream i'm the best when i shout

Dough ain't nothing to joke about, she open up when that dough come out

Like a diabetic eating cream puffs

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Prayer ain't what i need, i kill for the green because i need the cream

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Cant the white man, understand, we won, we ve been freed

But we know all the same people so we got to speak