This is a song about "Ice cream and cake"

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

I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream

You dream of cream and obscene fuck scenes

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Ice cream,chocolate or vanilla

Easy as cake you are fake and hissing like a snake

Where every recipient, property of the state

Make ice and cream, shit would be swell

I was at the xxl just trying to excel

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Your gonna be on top nigga

Ice cream or vanilla,