This is a song about "Ice cream cake"

Caged, and the wonder is seen

With a nice vanilla cream

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

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

Ice cream or vanilla,

So when ya see me nigga

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Your developmental league don’t see a team

Inferior, but i'm nice

Don’t even gotta break the ice

See, where i come from is hard

Supposed to get the cake at the mart

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

We're freaky leeches, no sweet peaches or cream,

I start, to hyperventilate, i didnt get the cake.

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great