This is a song about "Ice cream paint"

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

Respect equality and a right to make cream

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Whatever ya'll mean i ain't got cream

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Ice cream or vanilla,

You're fucking with me, nigga

I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

Got on my signature paint

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

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

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream.