This is a song about "Ice cream and pickles"

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

Scooping ice cream from that goonies scene

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Respect equality and a right to make cream

The truth hurts baby , lick the ice cream off your cone

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

With shards of ice and glass

I can get straight to the cash

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

But was tapping many queens and stacking plentya cream like (whoa)

Imma call her and have that bitch lick the tip of my ice cream cone like a

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

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

Pop in a movie and now you dont wanna watch it cause you want an ice cream

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream