This is a song about "Ice cream paint"

Everyday hard in the paint

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

They wait on my return, i am az-zahir hakim

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

Scooping ice cream from that goonies scene

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

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

I say that the pool is closed

Im ice cool, you just ice cold!

It's that crack, give you something to sell

Make ice and cream, shit would be swell

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

I'm definitely in a class of my own

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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