This is a song about "Ice cream sandwhiches"

Don’t even gotta break the ice

And when i start to rise

Stuck on the cream like bavaria

They can not pause like right one sega

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream.

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

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

I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

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

Fake niggas get dial tones

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

Come see real niggas on my team

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

With a nice vanilla cream

Miami nights, it was all a dream