This is a song about "I ve cream"

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

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

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

Down in miami, with a super ho team

It was a mystery beat, then i heard it playin', "c.r.e.a.m.",

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

I make em open up and then the cream goes splatter

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

Here mother fucker how do you like bacon now, when i stomp your teeth so you can't even shout

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

Self-esteem at top cream of the cream, i score the green, whore.

But i have the nerve to serve a teen to get my cream

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

Stacking cream snatching girls for my team

I got a dollar and a dream