This is a song about "Ice cream and pickles"

You dream of cream and obscene fuck scenes

In private, not public in the streets

Take some real advice and form a group with vanilla ice

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Pcp, cocaine and ice set me free

But i think i like that, just maybe

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

And we crazy, homes

Aint really too concerned about the fuckin platinum and ice

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Time to go lets load up the coke and cream

Okay, so play d, know what i mean

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream