This is a song about "Ice cream sandwhiches"

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream.

With a nice vanilla cream

It's roc nation, this my team

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

I'm so cold, yo i'm frozen "ice"

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

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

But... what's oreo without the cream?

Be the king, that was part of my dream

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

So we're plottin up a scheme to get the seven figure cream

You're fucking with me, nigga

Ice cream or vanilla,

Oh, mama got a visa

Stuck on the cream like bavaria