This is a song about "Ice cream and pickles"

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream.

I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

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

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

Respect equality and a right to make cream

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

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

With shards of ice and glass

...that's all i have

Ice cream,chocolate or vanilla

Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water