This is a song about "Ice cream sandwhiches"

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream.

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

I'm so cold, i was blessed in ice

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

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

My all gold rolly or the

Stuck on the cream like bavaria

Man this life is but a dream

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

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

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

Home invading i'm skating on thin ice,