This is a song about "Ice cream sandwhiches"

Oh yeah, pops got a visa

Stuck on the cream like bavaria

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Show ‘em how much they really mean

Ice cream or vanilla,

You're fucking with me, nigga

Don’t even gotta break the ice

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

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

I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Whatever ya'll mean i ain't got cream

What we gotta do to survive

I'm so cold, i was blessed in ice

Home invading i'm skating on thin ice,

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive